Good morning, Sunriser readers!

There’s an ice cream shop one town over that’s the perfect short bike ride away. On dry summer nights it buzzes like a hive of high school worker bees doling out single, double and triple scoops, while every generation of ice cream lover waits patiently in line.

And that line! Some nights it stretches upward of 40 people long, snaking around a big open patio with “no running” signs and children chasing each other every which way. We usually jump right in, adhering flawlessly to that old social contract written as soon as we’re old enough to line up for a cookie at recess.

Last night my boyfriend had a different idea: the order-ahead function on their website. We arrived, parked our bikes, stood around for 10 minutes or so, and then walked straight up to t

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