I can understand how the recent heat wave might have caught the corner store unawares in the frozen treat ordering department.
March, after all, lasted approximately two years longer than it’s supposed to and then heaved straight into the dog-days of summer without so much as a by-your-leave to spring.
Nonetheless, it’s week two of the sticky weather, and still not a single frozen treat lingers in the frosty recesses of the corner store’s freezer case.
It is empty save for the mummified remains of a shriveled Fla-Vor-Ice and a layer of frost thick enough to mummify a woolly mammoth.
How can it be that I’m standing there with errant change rolling around in my hot little hand while prime real estate goes begging by the checkout counter?
Nothing would make me happier than an appearance by the trifecta of summer perfection: the ‘sicle trio (otherwise known as pop, fudge and cream).
Health alert. Hark, what goes there? Lurking there, to the left of the frost iceberg and directly ahead of the of the long-forgotten (and barely missed) Fla-Vor-Ice. Dare I hope? Is it? It is! It’s
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