*Sometimes*, I love my job! I know I mostly just bitch about stuff, but yesterday was a good day.
As a surprise and for no particular reason other than we had extra money in the budget, I arranged for The Ice Cream Man to come to our office. It was really fun watching groups of 50 to 75 un-enthused adults shuffle out of the building, looking tired, slightly annoyed, wondering why the crap they are being dragged outside and then seeing their faces break into smiles as they heard the familiar “Pop Goes the Weasel” song. Grown men and women perking up considerably as they try to decide which ice cream treat they’re going to choose. First they were shy and reserved, politely queuing and then eventually they were giggling and animated, pointing at the pictures on the side of the truck and bobbing their heads to see over the people in front of them. Earnestly weighing their decisions about what to pick. Smiling as they tore open their Bombpop or Screwball (NOW with TWO gumballs!) or Drumstick or my old favorite, the Strawberry Shortcake Colonel Crunch. A couple people asked why we were doing this and it was kind of cool to be able to say, “no reason, just thought it would be a nice break” and them nodding, smiling and saying a simple “thanks”.
I realize this isn’t particularly well written or even very amusing, but it was refreshing to be able to say that I had a good day. They’re fewer and further between than I would like, so I’m choosing to focus on them as they come.
That is all. Enjoy your weekend!
2 comments:
Nothing beats that Colonel Crunch. It always dazzles the tongue. That was nice of you to bring the Ice Cream Man. And what a sweet job that guy must have. Except for dealing with small children all day, driving around on hot summer days and listening to the same song over and over. Beside that, awesome.
Colonel Crunch IS the best! I don't think I've had one in 10 years, so that was a nice little moment of nostalgia for me.
Hehe, I asked about the kids. He said they're usually more polite than the adults and they generally know what they want, while the grown-ups hem and haw and can't decide. True story!
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