I always make a stop at this ice cream place when I do the New England show . . . it has the best peppermint ice cream (if you ever have reason to get off a plane at the Hartford Airport, it’s right up the street).

So Saturday night I waited in the line, and when I got to the counter I asked for two dips of peppermint in a cup . . . the girl gave me a blank look and did nothing, then looked at her boss and repeated my order with a question mark at the end.  The manager laughed and said "He’s not from around here… he wants two scoops" . . . then looked at me and said "I’m from Chicago… we call them dips, too."