I was walking along, minding my business, when out of the blue colored sky, flash, bam, alacazam, there was one of those ice cream men pushing along a refrigerated cart with tons of ice cream bar stickers on them. I suspected this from 100 yards back when I heard the tinkling bells. Hot damn, I thought, perfect for this gorgeous summer day. I stopped him for a moment."Tienes todos estos aqui?" I indicated to the wide array of tacky stickers plastered across the box.
He indicated that he did, except for the Spider Man Bomb Pop. But the Big Sticks, ice cream sandwiches, Nutty Buddies, Chocolate Eclairs, Strawberry Shortcakes -- all fair game.
"Dejame ver el Pink Panther, prendo esto," I said. (Only now do I realize "prender" was wrong for Spanish, correct for Italian.) He took out a few bars and showed me the Pink Panther Bomb Pop, along with the Power Puff Girls and the Ninja Turtles. He laid them out across the top of the fridge door. Fortunately, they all had bubble gum eyes, but were a few different flavors.
It seemed fine to me. So I handed him a dollar, unpeeled my pop, and proceeded along the sidewalk thinking, wow, I'm never too old to be ridiculous.
I thought, what would be perfect with this Bomb Pop but some sashimi and tempura? At Sushi Masu, the sushi chef hooked me up with two extra pieces of salmon and told me with a wink that this was to make sure I'd come back. I love sharp business moves disguised as hospitality. I gave him swift assurances and proceeded along, thinking, wow, the smallest things make my day.
I came home to find a movie playing on TV that had Monty Clift, Elizabeth Taylor, and Katharine Hepburn all in the cast. How could I not place this? I wondered. I had no clue whatsoever even though I've read two different Liz Taylor biographies. I thought Monty Clift's reconstructive plastic surgery looked creepy. So, without checking IMDB, I turned it off and ate my shrimp tempura.
OK, enough lollygagging.
posted by Lucy Sloan @ 2:42 PM
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