Resting in my shopping cart, it lay carefully placed upon a week’s
worth groceries. I wheeled the cart to checkout and placed the beloved carton
on the rotating belt. The cashier
grabbed it unceremoniously and dropped it into a plastic bag. I cringed hearing
the loud thunk and watched as the container flopped over on its side. With the cart reloaded, I wheeled it out to the
SUV and loaded my packages into the trunk.
A wide variety of lunches, dinners and snacks, slid back and forth as I made
the ten mile trip down the bumpy lime-rock roads toward home. Finally, arriving at my destination, I
hurriedly put the frozen food and cold items into the fridge and left the rest
upon the table to deal with later. Lost
Girl was due to come on the television in less than five minutes. I took a spoon from the drawer and carried the
bag containing my favored snack over to the recliner, plopping down into its
cozy interior. Pulling the lid from my coveted
container, I delved into a pint of Ben and Jerry’s; a perfect blend of cherry ice
cream, cherry pieces and chocolate fudge.
Cherry Garcia always makes for a blissful “Midnight Getaway.”
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