I did work in yogurt, in Evanston, again. I worked at the ice cream and sandwich shop in the basement of the student center: the Cone Zone. Sometimes I worked the late shift, and the manager would sing along, loudly, to slow jams on the shop radio. At some point I became a manager myself. At some point I broke off to manage the Cone Zone’s bakery cart, Jitters. I went back a few years ago and all of the student center’s concessions are now, of course, chains.