If I am going to use my calories on ice-cream, it’s got to be worth it. Vanilla, Strawberry, Eggplant Madness or Garlic Jalapeño is not worth it. Thrifty’s Rocky Road is worth it.
We recently moved to the sweetest little gem of a micro-town-within-a-metropolis by the sea: the Belmont Shore area of Long Beach, CA. One recent evening, while walking on the happening 2nd street with Darrell, we visited our local Rite Aid for some Thrifty ice cream. I asked for not just my favorite, but my one and only, and the friendly ice-cream clerk, Bill, said they were totally, completely, and utterly out of Rocky Road. The refrigerator was being serviced, and their ice-cream selection was cut in half. Rocky Road was one of the casualties.
While I was recovering from the shock, my dream of a Rocky Road cone fading into abyss, Darrell chose his flavor of the moment. He’s far more flexible on some things than me. And he isn’t thinking calories either.
The ever-helpful Bill tried to tempt me with tastes of other options, but I wouldn’t budge; I was absolutely clear that I was not going to settle for “second best,” and if I couldn’t get the ice cream I wanted, I would have none.
Petulant child? Stubborn adult? Or a woman unwilling to settle for less than what she wants?
As we started to leave, with Darrell busy at work on his cone du jour, Bill asked us to wait for a few minutes, excused himself to “check something” and walked towards the back of the store. He was gone for a while.
This was getting interesting. I hadn’t put up a fuss, or (despite my words here) even copped an attitude. What was he up to?
“Wouldn’t it be wild if he came back with a fresh bin of Rocky Road?” I thought out loud. Darrell raised an eyebrow… “If he does,” I added, “it will be my sign from the Universe to never, ever, settle for anything less than what I really want.”
W. Somerset Maugham said:
“It’s a funny thing about life; if you refuse to accept anything but the best, you very often get it.”
And yes, you guessed it. Bill came back with a fresh, brand new bin of Rocky Road.
I am taking W. Somerset Maugham’s words into my Back Forty. I am excited for an “un-settling” second half of life.
Who is with me?