One thing I DIDN'T like about BEDA was that I felt I was restricted to writing one blog post per day, and I had to make each one a big ordeal.
Before BEDA I used to post short little random ones whenever I felt like it, and it's nice to be back to that.
So picture this:
I'm sitting in my room, fingers poised over the keyboard about to do passage identification write-ups on Rousseau, Gadamer, and Freud (bleh). All of a sudden I hear the ice cream truck.
Justin: (from downstairs) "I HEAR IT TOO."
Me: "SHOULD WE?"
I scramble to grab two dollar bills, slip my feet into some shoes (I learned my lesson last time), and race downstairs. Justin is already out on the front lawn. The ice cream truck is two blocks down already.
Me: "I think we can catch him."
Justin: "No. Get in the car."
Me: "But I left the door open."
Justin: "Open, or just unlocked?"
Me: "Actually open."
Justin: "..........get in the car."
He's parked the wrong way, and we have to turn around. The road is narrow so we Austin Powers it back and forth a few times before we successfully change directions. Meanwhile the ice cream truck hasn't moved and is still only two blocks away. We drive two blocks. To put this in perspective, the drive is literally 20 seconds long. We get out of the car. We give the ice cream man our money. HE'S OUT OF WATERMELON BOMB POPS. We settle for the regular ones. He tells us to have a nice night. We get back in the car, drive two blocks home; meanwhile nobody snuck in our house and stole anything even though I left the door wide open.
Lips are blue. Mission successful.
I hope the ice cream truck coming is a regular event. Maybe we should get ski masks. This is going to be a good summer.
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