As a native of Chapel Hill, I loathed the Yogurt Pump in high school and wondered how it even stayed open. I claimed I never even saw anyone enter the shabby business. The place was so run down inside, so dim and dark and 1980s-esque.
And then one day I decided to give the place a try and got a vanilla yogurt. And as I expected, I was supremely disappointed. At the time, I didn't even notice the other flavors, such as Oreo and Reese's Cup swirl, nor did I consider getting a topping (rookie). My sophomore year in college, I decided to give the place another try. This time I went with a regular patron, and she instructed me on what to get (medium Oreo with Reese's Cup). And then I was hooked for life.
The funny thing is, now that I'm a regular at the YP, there are so many quirks and eccentricities to the place that only the regulars love and know by heart. For example, you know a YP rookie when she tries to push the door open at the top of the steps to enter (every regular knows you must pull).
