I was really concerned for this past week. I was concerned that my feelings towards ice cream would forever be mixed. I went so far as to proclaim that the feelings evoking the joys of springtime could only be fulfilled when ice cream was in New Hampshire, else some distinctive flavor like 'moose tracks' or 'black raspberry.'
Thank God I was mistaken.
I was set strait by my friend Jackie. She was in the midst of reassuring me when she uttered the following statement that struck me with such profundity.
Jackie: when you get back, we can go to hannaford's and get ice cream
Jackie: i'm pretty sure they get sued if someone gets food poisoning
TRUTH!
I am cured! I am saved! I can eat ice cream anywhere in America or Europe! Why? Because of the ready option of suing someone!
Jackie: Thats what's great about America.
Complete and utter truth.
Thank God I was mistaken.
I was set strait by my friend Jackie. She was in the midst of reassuring me when she uttered the following statement that struck me with such profundity.
Jackie: when you get back, we can go to hannaford's and get ice cream
Jackie: i'm pretty sure they get sued if someone gets food poisoning
TRUTH!
I am cured! I am saved! I can eat ice cream anywhere in America or Europe! Why? Because of the ready option of suing someone!
Jackie: Thats what's great about America.
Complete and utter truth.
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