Wednesday, October 6, 2010

"Second Choice" Ice Cream

Boy, am I FRUSTRATED.

And speaking of boy (s), I dragged them along with me to the grocery store to pick-up a few things: 

bread, granola bars, dish soap.

On the way to the check-out line, I froze in my tracks.

     "I NEED TO BE BAD," I said.                I may have even said it out loud.

Something chocolaty and sweet, and salty, with a crunch, on a stick......................YES ! ! !


I KNOW WHAT I WANT !


I practically floated toward the frozen foods and desserts aisle, and quickly

scanned past the labels,

designs, and colors of all the other ice cream treats, until I found ..................

  "the one that I was looking for".



BUT WAIT.  WHERE WAS IT?


Vanilla & MILK chocolate
Vanilla & MILK chocolate WITH almonds
Vanilla & DARK chocolate (NO almonds)
Coffee & Almond crunch
MILK chocolate & DARK chocolate


WHERE IS THE VANILLA WITH THE 

DARK CHOCOLATE WITH ALMONDS SHELL ? ? ? ? ?


Depleted, disappointed.................sad.   


I had to come up with a "second choice", but nothing could compare. 

I finally settled for a coffee ice cream "something-or-other" with dark chocolate chips - no stick.

I would have to eat it in a bowl........................with a spoon.      



On the way home, I said to my boys,


      " I cannot BELIEVE that in that ENTIRE STORE, in that

             ENTIRE AISLE of ICE CREAM, they did NOT HAVE

             what I was LOOKING for !  

         The exact TASTE, the exact FLAVOR, the exact COMBINATION ! 

         In that ENTIRE AISLE................ ENTIRE STORE ! ! ! "


There was a moment of pause, and then my youngest son said,

     " Would you like me to call the 'Sweet' Therapist?
                         Or make a formal complaint to the grocery store? " 

                                  " YES! " I replied.

Then, I went inside and scooped my "second choice" ice-cream into a bowl,
                                         and ate it with a spoon. 

  
















1 comment:

  1. The first two lines made me picture Rodney Dangerfield doing a comedy routine . . . "Am I frustrated! And speaking of boys . . . " (As if the two were intrinsically interrelated, frustration and boys.) I don't know if you intended that, but it sure was funny to me!

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