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    Qantas Flew A Box Of Ice Cream To NYC Just For Me, A Homesick Australian

    Wait, you've never had an airline bring you ice cream from your home country?

    This is me, Adam. I grew up in Sydney, I live in New York now, and I'm VERY ENTHUSIASTIC about dessert.

    Back home in Australia, Streets Ice Cream (aka Good Humor, in the USA) has just unveiled a treat called the Gaynetto.

    Australia is damn hot so we take ice cream VERY SERIOUSLY.

    This is the kind of thing I LIVE FOR. So, naturally, I kind of lost it when I found out.

    There was just one problem...

    As a joke, I confided in Qantas my predicament.

    .@qantas please take me home immediately

    And that was the end of it. I resumed my life as an all-American boy with neither Gaytime nor Cornetto to enjoy. But then...

    A few hours later, Qantas ~slid into my DMs~ to make me an indecent proposal

    I read this at 4am NY time and I FREAKED. OUT.

    A few hours later, Qantas sent out a snap of a big box of Gaynettos waiting to board in First Class

    And that was it - a box of Gaynettos was in the air, bound for NYC.

    Qantas / Via facebook.com

    Now all I had to do was wait, and try not to be *too* excited.

    My friends were pretty amused by the whole affair.

    So @adamjmoussa can get an airline to deliver ice cream across the world but I can't even get a man.

    Meanwhile, back in Sydney, my mother was beside herself. She sent me this picture of her trolley in the supermarket.

    Seriously, my mother was ALL OVER this thing on social.

    Qantas kept track of the Gaynettos on their Snapchat...

    ... for which my mother joined Snapchat to see. And then she added me as a friend.

    On Saturday morning, under the care of Qantas crew Mike and Sam, they arrived safely in Times Square.

    In a beautiful moment, Mike presented the ice cream to me. I felt like a contestant on The Bachelor.

    There was nothing left to do but give one a taste.

    And it was really damn good.

    A couple of fellow homesick/hungry aussie ex-pats joined in too.

    My American husband got stuck into one as well - his first Australian treat.

    Even Lady Liberty got a taste of Australia

    And so it was Mission: Gaynetto accomplished.

    Now I've got a bunch of Gaynettos in my freezer, and a pretty decent story to tell at parties.