Be Careful What You Wish For

Last night we went for a little bike ride with the express purpose of ending up downtown for an ice cream cone. We almost blew it, didn’t realize that they closed at eight o’clock on week nights and we walked in just before quitting time. When we left the store, one of the employees followed us to the door and flipped the sign from OPEN to CLOSED. As we sat on the chairs on the sidewalk outside the Sweet Cow Creamery several people had to turn away empty handed. I almost felt bad sitting there eating my cup of Moose Tracks, almost.

One of the young guys who worked there when he finished mopping the floor, came out to take down the ice cream cone shaped flag. When he passed by us Donna asked him, “Because you work here, do you get to eat all the ice cream you want?” “Yep,” he replied. “Ever eat too much?” “Yeah,” he told us, “made myself sick a couple of times.” As he walked back inside he said, “Be careful what you wish for.”