Frozen

My friends and I have an odd tradition consisting of going to a Chinese restaurant once a month. We call it 'cena chinorris'. One of them is moving to London and we decided that her farewell deserved one of our Oriental appointments. As soon as we came in, I saw them. In fact, you can only find them in places like yesterday's.

I've always had opposite feelings towards these ice cream containers. In one hand, they are quite cute (specially the little purple walrus). On the other... aren't they scary?? Looking at you from their freezer with their everlasting plastic smile...

Maybe my morbid hidden part is angry because I've never had one... ^_^