At my last job, I used to visit a Mr. Softee truck on a weekly (sometimes daily) basis with my friend/coworker. I didn’t think I would have the guts to go after starting my new position, which is many, many blocks away from her, but today I surprised myself. I apparently grew some balls over my lunch break (not really, but you know what I mean), because I ventured out for a sweet treat and pranced right up to a nearby Mr. Softee truck window. I ordered the usual (vanilla soft serve, rainbow sprinkles, dish – cones aren’t gluten free) and was excited to bask in the creamy goodness and walk back to the office smiling about my fairly-priced snack. To my unfortunate surprise, it didn’t taste as good. I also received a few evil glares from a few midtown business men I passed. Was it because I was enjoying a 6 year old’s ice cream treat all dressed up for a big day at the office? Maybe. (Today is Board Meeting day.) All I know is it wasn’t fun, and it isn’t the same without her. I probably won’t do it again. I do however, encourage you to support your nearby Mr. Softee truck. I just had a rough go at it today...
Stupid suits being all jealous of your little dish of happiness.
ReplyDeleteAfter the 12th I will take the express train up to go with you during lunch breaks.
I haven't gone since you've left. I'm scared I'll cry. And your replacement certainly isn't going to replace you in this Mr. Softee visits.