The afternoon was sweltering and we had just finished a draining five-hour shift of smiling and passing around flyers under the sun. Of course we went out looking for something cold to stuff our faces in. We gathered what little strength we have and marched onto the Central Square, looking for the Baskin-Robins stand. Up and up and up and up we went until we found the huge stall…only to be disappointed by the line that seemed to go on and on around the whole floor. We were tired, we were sweaty and I don’t think it was an option…
