Taking On Bob

I pull into McConnell’s squishing my fat mini van into a packed parking lot.  “Flavors, flavor, gonna go get my flavor.” 

As soon as I cross into the might-as-well-be-the-bar, Bob (owner) shouts, “Hey!  30meter race for free ice cream?”

“What?”

“No,” says cute girl in red logo shirt by WowCow machine, “He’s serious!”

“Um, OK, sure.”

Bob comes over wearing his jeans and running shoes.  He is a former pro-football player, Kansas City Chiefs I believe, and used to rock a mean 200meter sprint. 

“Oh,” He says, “You got nice shoes on.”

“Never mind the shoes,” I exclaim, “I can go barefoot.”  I kick off my shoes and roll up my jeans.  I mean FREE ice cream is on the line here.

30 meters across the parking lot.

I swear I won.  Bob swears he won.

Rematch.

30 meters back across the parking lot.  A gentleman eating mint chip calls the line.

I win.  Well, maybe I did, he gave me the ice cream.  I wonder if Trader Joe’s will let me sprint for free groceries.  This could be good.

~ by drea on July 9, 2009.