I had some frozen yogurt tonight, with a liberal sprinkling of gummy bears.
I love gummy bears. I sometimes pretend my son’s gummy fruit snacks are gummy bears, which’s a funny thing to do since they are gummy bears pretending to be fruit. We’re all pretending.
The yogurt was from a nearby shop that allows you to “build your own”. You can choose your own flavor, and then go about adding toppings with reckless abandon. There are crushed candy bars, graham crackers, fruit, caramel, hot fudge…
I had a friend who loved the frozen yogurt shop as much as I did.
One day, this friend went to the yogurt shop to build herself a bowl of deliciousness. She swirled her paper bowl underneath the yogurt machine and pranced over to the hot fudge station.
There was no hot fudge.
Her world pretty much ended that day…at least, her love of that particular yogurt shop ended. She wanted to write a menacing letter to the owner. I talked her down. Sometimes, you just run out of hot fudge in life, right?
She did write a letter to the editor of our town newspaper when it featured Madonna on the front page. Madonna was coming to town, and it was big news, but not really when you compared it to all the wars and famines and political scandal that the paper usually features on the front page. My friend’s editorial sense exploded, and then she wrote the letter. She used the word “Podunk”. It was published.
I wish she still liked the frozen yogurt shop. It’s easier to get frozen treats when you have a friend. If you go by yourself, people think you are desperate or recovering from a break up.