Insta worthy

I’m winding down on my last few summer fridays at work. For once I did not have to fly out with a long list of things to get done, so I enjoyed my walk home and stopped at a new (ridiculous) ice cream shop for an $8 unicorn cone. I knew it was going to be irritating—long line, expensive, and mediocre. But I felt compelled to go anyway. To top it off, the place was filled with signs telling you it was one of the best places in Boston to Instagram. I’d be offended by the instructions but here I am writing about it.