Yesterday evening Leanne and I were out to run and errand, and decided to pick up an ice cream treat on the way home. Our first choice was already closed, so Leanne suggests a sundae at McDonalds. As we pull into drive thru we think – let’s have a decaf coffee too. Leanne asks, do you want a sundae? No, actually I don’t need the sugar this late – I’ll get fries. So we order, pay, and receive our goods. I pull into a parking spot and we begin to partake. Then life descends into a comedy of errors.
Leanne’s sundae is too full and melting due to the warm caramel topping. As she takes the lid off, it begins to dribble down the sides. I, being the helpful husband that I am, see her predicament and try to help. I have already started on my hot, yummy, oh these taste so good medium fries, so I set them up on the dash in order to free my hands to get napkins etc.
I don’t notice the precarious position my golden fries are in, and as I shift my weight in our Honda CRV (being a smaller, older vehicle with older suspension), it causes the car to slightly rock. In the dark my fries tumble onto my left knee and then down to the floor by my feet.
In the light of the street lamp Leanne realizes something is amiss due to the look on my face and the muttered word that escapes my lips. She of course, feels terrible for me and as I open the door in order to survey the damage. She mentions I should go in and either give a sob story and see if they have mercy or just order fries again.
Having grown up on a farm and lived overseas, life has taught me a few lessons. One of those lessons is that not all is as it seems and not to fear a little bit of not so hygienic food. So I reached down and picked up all of the fries that were “basically” not touching the floor as they were resting on each other (kind of like the game pick up sticks) and those that even though they were touching the floor, they weren’t in the primary area where our feet go so technically in a more sanitary spot. Rescued the majority and decided to enjoy the rest of the event and my decaf coffee. Leanne in her compassion offered to share some of her sundae with me, which of course I accepted, being the helpful husband that I am.
This morning we laughed about it and decided we should have laughed more yesterday – it was quite humorous when we think about it.
