Too Much Ice Cream
There’s a country gas station on the way to the house where I often stop to fill up with gas. They have one of those old-timey ice cream freezer cases right at the cash register. It’s a good place to put it. The top always has a lot of condensation, but you can still see those Popsicles through the glass. They are hard to turn down.
My favorite is one they call banana fudge. I’m not sure why they named it that, ’cause there’s no chocolate in it. It has a thicker consistency than a regular banana Popsicle, so I guess that’s why. I don’t care what they call it; I just know it is good.
Whenever I stop for gas, Joe will ask, “Popsicle today, Doc?” Whatever will-power I had melts faster than ice cream on a summer day. I always give in.
It has rained for days, but the sun finally came out, and my truck was about empty too. Time to fill up. I love the spring time. It’s so bright out today I had to squint when I left the office for lunch. Sure did put me in the mood for ice cream. Joe didn’t have to twist my arm too hard.
I’ve been a Doc a long time, and so far I’ve never had a patient tell me on their death-bed they wish they hadn’t eaten so much ice cream, so I guess that is my scientific justification. Hmn. Maybe me and Marfar’ll get out the ice cream freezer. It’s been a while since we’ve had any homemade and it’s even better.
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