The lineup gods were smiling this past Thursday night, and even on a full belly of Stockyards meats, I gave into the ice cream urge. With no queue, we walked through a childhood dreamlike door and into another world and another decade, full of knickknacks and smiling dolls and the sweet sweet smell of sugar.
Cherishing my child size (half size of the small cup) peanut butter chocolate treat we headed out into the street, which by this time, had become full of people waiting in line to get in. Would I wait in the line myself? No way. But I'm thankful that we seized that one moment of opportunity!