Three remarkable things have happened today...
1. I got my car back from the shop after it has been there since Memorial weekend.
2. I ate ice cream.
3. I got into a fight with a crazy man in the Dairy Queen parking lot.
My car's engine blew Memorial weekend as Molly and I were coming back to Cheyenne from Laramie. It just went ka-put, which it shouldn't do since it's only four years old. Since then, I've had three different loaners - also covered under my warranty. I wasn't really complaining about it not being done because I kept getting free cars from the dealership, but still, it's nice to have ol' Gwennie back.
I took my newly acquired car to Dairy Queen tonight for some ice cream. This is remarkable because I don't like ice cream. I know. I'm so unAmerican, or not human, or something. But I don't. It makes me unquenchably thirsty. And it's sweet and I'm not a big fan of sweets. The only exception to this rule is ice cream sandwiches. There is just something about those things that I don't mind. It doesn't really fall into the ice cream category in my head somehow. Don't ask, I can't explain.
So, how do I explain Dairy Queen? Again, I can't really. Except I've seen a commercial for Dairy Queen Blizzards the past couple of days and it occurred to me that I want one. Once I was there though I couldn't decide what I wanted. I tried for a kiddie cup, but they don't have one. I then pursued the frozen yogurt route (which I don't like any better), but they don't serve that. So, I succumbed to the strawberry cheesecake Blizzard.
Then, on my way out remarkable event #3 happened: I got into an argument with a guy in the DQ parking lot.
This is not a remarkable thing at all for most of the readers who know me.
But I'm saying it is because I haven't had this kind of road rage but once since leaving D.C.
I just couldn't take it tonight though, when the crazy man honked at me only moments after I got in my car because he wanted my parking spot, and then proceeded to shake his head and act like I was keeping him from his dying mother.
I got out.
I just couldn't help but inquire what the race to get into the Dairy Queen was all about!
It didn't end well. There were several explitives and a screeching of my tires - and some choice words - as I left the parking lot.
I came home in my car and ate the whole Blizzard.