We're 5 again

Last week I mentioned the ice cream truck (which is actually a small bus) coming on Wednesday. Well, due to unforseen circumstances (apparently there are no psychics in the building), we lost power Wednesday morning for several hours, and in order to avoid low sales for the ice cream bus from people just not being there, they postponed until this Wednesday. I kept my bag of quarters and dimes I had dug out from around the apartment in my drawer, but I was doubtful. All day, it was grey and cloudy, and at 2:30, it started to thunder. A few flashes of lightning lit up my window. I began to lose hope of ice cream.

But then, it hit 3. For the first time all day, the sun came out to the right of my window, and my phone rang. My coworker V was downstairs with the bus, parked right where the sun had started to shine. I grabbed my money and bolted downstairs, feeling just like a kid who just heard the jingle of the ice cream truck coming down the road. I found V (who had brought her baby boy, a few days younger than Julia so just shy of 6 months old) and we hopped in (the considerably long) line. It was still thundering and we were all a little nervous about a downpour, but we weren't budging. A few people ahead of me in line was one of the women I brought cookies for when I made the s'mores cookies. She got her ice cream and I asked how it was.

"I got the honey vanilla. It's good, but it'd be better with one of your cookies!"

I got a few odd, approving looks from the people in line for that. Even months later, I'm still The Cookies Girl to those ladies, and if they keep that up, I may get a reputation for it.

Anyway, I got the honey vanilla as well (my first two choices from their website, honey chai or chocolate banana coconut, were not available yesterday) with hot fudge topping. $3.50 for a scoop and topping. V got a blackberry buttermilk brown sugar scoop with candied pralines. I've never had ice cream like that before, and V and I were giggling like children as we happily licked our spoons. We chatted, laughed, and for a few minutes, didn't care about assignments or work. It was a nice, welcome break from the day. When we finally had to grow up again, I let my boss, R, know they were downstairs and they were good. A few minutes later, my coworker K came by with a cup of ice cream.

K: You should have come with us.
Me: I already got some.
K: Well, if you'd come with us, R would have bought yours.
Me: Well if you'd have come with me, you'd have gotten to see V's baby.
K: .....
Me: I win :3
K: /obscene gesture/

I have the best boss and coworkers. :) This job is just...fun. Everyone here knows how to have a little fun and be a little immature sometimes (example: R and I were discussing a project and trying to figure out how to say "assessment not returned" in the shortest, simplest way. We both sniggered at "ass not returned". Yep, we're mature.) A little midday ice cream really only reaffirmed that we're all a little bit 5. My inner child was quite happy.