Putz’s Creamy Whip
No obligations on a lazy Saturday. I woke up early and made myself a big breakfast, going back to sleep during the hottest part of the day. Bored with that, I needed to drive around and charge my phone because I left my wall-charger at the construction site.
Aimless, I gravitated toward a dairy bar Kate told me to try. Putz’s lived up to the expectation she set—real bananas in their shakes, none of that yellow artificial squirt stuff.
Afterward I started to drive up around Mt. Airy forest to find a lake she also mentioned. No luck, but I did manage to take a small hike down to a creek and escape the din of urban life.