BOOGY BOOGY BOOGY AND UNICORNS!

My post is tardy today. There are good reasons for that though. Among them, recalcitrant store clerks. But that’s beside the point.

My point for today’s post: I HAVE NO FREAKING IDEA.

Ahh, honesty. A salve to clean the most dire gore. That was a weird sentence. You see, I was shooting for a great visual of this mystical tonic being poured over a nasty boo-boo and it suddenly vanishing. You know, Indiana Jones and The Last Crusade style. Sadly, it just would not happen. Anyway, you know what I meant.

So that brings me back to my train of thought. Honesty. (actually that’s a clever lie and more so as you read). I remember when I was possessed of a more diminutive frame (opposed to the hulking beast I am now). I stood in my elementary school cafeteria line. I stood in that line on a Tuesday and that meant ice cream desserts! You know, those little Bluebell cartons that contain roughly three spoonfuls of delicious cream but tend to last longer when consumed with the tiny wooden spoon/boards they are provided with.

Anyway, Tuesdays meant ice cream desserts. Almost. Actually it only meant ice cream desserts if you ordered the right meal. Sadly, earlier that day in class, I had chosen the taco salad which only came with some kind of cinnamon treat. I don’t remember what they were. Like sweet cardboard probly.

Pressing onward! Summary: The cafeteria lady gave me the wrong dessert for my meal. Though I desired the sweet frozen vanilla thing (ran out of the right kind of nouns), my conscience struck me with ethical concerns and I explained to my server her mistake. Her hairnet kept getting bunched up and she really didn’t care about my dessert, so she told me to just keep it.

Now, as a child willing to give up a much desired good for a much less appealing but higher good, and then being rewarded in the nature of Solomon for his sacrifice! Well! I was overwhelmed. From that point on I made it a point to be honest.

Point. Today’s point. I kept my word.

Sort of.

-Arrivederci!