One of my absolute favorite treats is peach frozen yogurt at Berry Twist. I'm a purist... I don't get any toppings (although Hubby does)--just lovely, unspoiled, peachy frozen goodness for me.
Here's the problem... Berry Twist is in the mall--a place I dread. Hopping with teens looking for their next crush and fashionistas dressed to be seen, the mall isn't the place I want to go when I need my peach frozen yogurt the most--when I'm feeling crappy and gross. The times when I least want to get dressed in real clothes are also the times when I most want this delectable treat. I can't just pull my hair back, pull on something other than my jammies and go through a drive-thru somewhere. Nope. When I need the soothing coolness of peach yogurt sliding down my throat, I have to also muster up the courage to dress to the nines, brave the mall parking lot and the escalator to procure said yogurt.
It all makes me very tired. I wonder if Berry Twist knows how much business they'd have if they weren't in the mall.
