The day the ice cream truck came.

14 Aug

It was 4:30pm and I had just gotten off a conference call that had gone rather poorly. My tummy was rumbling but before I could head to the fridge to forage, our receptionist sent an email with the following subject line:

ICE CREAM truck with FREE ICE CREAM!!!!!!!!!!!

And it deserved every single one of those exclamation points. (Which shows you how excited I was because as a writer, I generally hate exclamation points, let alone 9.)

The ice cream wasn’t anything great. Just plain old soft serve with sprinkles. But what was great, was that it came to ME. Like I had summoned it with my Canadian mind-melding powers. I always knew I was special.

So thank-you, Ice Cream Truck, for making my Friday a little more Friday-y.

And now, if you’ll excuse me, I hear karaoke starting on the mezzanine.


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