Way back in December, I went to visit one of my best friends who lives 6 hours away. Beforehand, I was talking to my co-worker Cara and we were discussing our holiday break plans. When I mentioned I was traveling to PA, she told me her grandparents live there as well. As the conversation continued we discovered that her grandparents live less than an hour from where I grew up. We laughed at the irony and Cara suggested I try out her favorite ice cream shop-- one I'd been to every year on my way to 4-H camp (which, of course, is about 5 minutes from her grandparents!).
When I arrived in PA, Stevie and I set out to hit the very same ice cream shop. To my dismay, it was closed so the employees could enjoy a Christmas holiday. Poor Cara was saddened by the news because I told her I'd bring a container back just for her! The months went by and neither Cara nor I made it to PA again as winter melted into spring. The ice cream was forgotten about, until I began to plan my most recent trip.
I asked Stevie if, for SURE, was the ice cream shop going to be open so I could surprise Cara with her oh-so-amazing vanilla (can you believe it? That's her fave!) frozen treat. Stevie replied that she thought so, but of course couldn't promise anything. Cara kept pestering me (nicely) about meeting up because she had borrowed a few bags from me to travel overseas earlier in June. I finally told her that I had something for her (which of course I didn't, YET!) and we arranged to hook up at school yesterday. I thought for sure she would know what I was bringing for her, since she knew I was heading to PA and hello, didn't she remember I told her six months ago I'd bring her ice cream!?!
All the way to PA, I was crossing my fingers the darn ice cream place would be open- because if not, I definitely didn't have anything ELSE to give Cara!
Luckily, the shop was open and I carried a half gallon of ice cream across state lines. It's a good thing my cooler works well, because it was a hot summer day! Nevertheless, the ice cream made it safely to Big City and then from my apartment to work and work to school early yesterday. Cara stuffed my bags in the back of my car and I told her,
"There's something for you in the front seat."
She looked so perplexed but went to look, muttering, "What??"
I replied, "Hey, you know where I went this past weekend..." and allowed my voice to stop there.
I heard a gasp, "NO WAY!!!!!!!!" and then her face lit up with a huge smile and a "You DIDN'T!!!!, AHHH!!!! I love you!!!! I can't believe you remembered!"
Hahaha...it was so funny! I love surprising people, even if it is with vanilla ice cream. (Btw, I have nothing against vanilla ice cream. I love it- I just wouldn't say it's my favorite flavor offered at the ice cream shop so far away!)
J & Z had just one question about this whole endeavor-- "Why can't Cara just get her own ice cream??"