Last night on the way home from my daughter's open house, I suddenly had a wanting for ice cream; not just any ice cream but Jamocha Almond Fudge from Baskin Robbins. I don't have much of a sweet tooth and usually pass on desserts, but Jamocha Almond Fudge is my Achilles tendon, my kryptonite in an attempt at healthier living.
Sadly, last night I experienced the devastation of Baskin Robbins only having 30 of their 31 flavors. I asked for a double scoop of Jamocha Almond Fudge in a cup only to have the young lady behind the counter share with me that they were out of it. As if that wasn't bad enough, they had left the empty tub in plain sight and as I made eye contact with it, I felt like it was taunting me.
Words that would not accurately describe the feeling in my gut:
Words that would accurately describe the feeling in my gut:
- sucker punched
I'm not posting about this because it's a slow day. I'm posting this because my wife and I spent about 5 minutes trying to figure out why I was so distraught (another word that would describe how I felt) over something as simple as an ice cream flavor. She was totally cracking up! It was the weirdest thing. I wasn't angry, I was genuinely hurt (another good word). I'm telling you it was bizarre!
Here's what I came up with this morning:
My life is way too comfy and I am spending way too much time in the shallow end if the most pain I've felt in months is brought on by an empty tub of ice cream.