We sat on the rocks holding Vermont Maple ice cream cones as a rainbow of sprinkles dripped down our arms....and we fought.
Not a word was spoken and yet we fought. Because see, this was the silent kind of fighting. The kind you do with your eyes. And with deep, heavy, weight of the world (if ever so slightly over-exaggerated) sighs. I looked out at the cotton candy clouds, as a plop of rainbow sprinkles fell from the cliffs of the cone above and landed between my toes. I looked down...and I sighed once more.
We were hot. We were tired. We were hungry. We were stranded over night while they worked on our car. And he had left his wallet where?.... in the CAR.
Not the one they were working on, mind you. The other one. The perfectly fine one. The one that was parked just two blocks away. But still, he had left it in the car.
And we were too hot, tired and hungry to walk back to get it. So we did the only thing we could do. We bought two ice cream cones with the cash in our pockets, sat out on the rocks of Lake Champlain... and fought with our eyes. And our deep, heavy, weight of the world, if yes, ever so slightly over-exaggerated sighs.
All the while fighting back the serious urge to just go ahead and shove those ice cream cones in each others faces. :)
*Taken with our iPhone....in between deep sighs and sideways glances. :)
**Justin picked the title in a tribute to George Carlin.
***Lest you be worried, the sugar rush did eventually give us enough energy to walk back to the car for the wallet and we ended up having a fantastic dinner in Burlington. And no ice cream shoving actually occurred.