Kelly paused in her reading and sporadic licks at her chocolate ice cream cone to look up and watch the frantic pace of the dog. She liked dogs, but that one looked like it might lick her to death or trample her if she tried to make friends with it. She shrugged and went back to her reading.
Deeply engrossed in the words on the page, she totally forget she had an ice cream cone in her hand, the same hand she used in turning the page of her book. A yelp resulted when a scoop of cold ice cream tumbled from the cone to land on her bared thigh. She quickly put her book in her bag and began to look around for a bathroom.
Spying what was surely a spotless, luxurious restroom facility, she headed in that direction, quickly licking at the remainder of her ice cream. She glanced back at her favorite park bench, hoping it would still be empty when she returned from cleaning ice cream off of her leg.