Granted. You get your Gold Rush Sundae and it looks delicious! But then you're besieged by a horde of idiots who think there is real gold in there. They push you aside and start prospecting your little dessert, leaving no ice-cream for you.
I wish I could cook like the chefs on cooking shows.
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It is easy to go down into Hell;
Night and day, the gates of dark Death stand wide;
But to climb back again, to retrace one's steps to the upper air –
There's the rub, the task.
– Virgil, The Aeneid (Book VI)