4/18/2007

I Screamed...

This might be the first time that I've ever "live-blogged" something. Here's what just occured in my world:

I'm sitting in my office, working on some ideas for the weekend service, when I hear some high-pitched chime music. I looked around only to discover that our worship pastor, whose office is across from mine, was nowhere to be found. I did a quick pat down on my skull and, after concluding that I didn't have a brain tumor, decided to investigate the source of the music.

I exited my office, made a sharp right, and stopped outside of Brian's window. I peered through his window in an effort to deduce whether he was attempting to drive me crazy. Unfortunately, his office wasn't the source of the music. So, I walked through the door to the mini-lobby just outside of both of our offices. That's when I saw it...

THE ICE CREAM TRUCK!

The ice cream truck had come to our church offices! But, this wasn't just any ordinary ice cream truck. This was a soft serve ice cream truck. Oh yeah...

I knocked on Brian's window to tell him, but was met with immediate disbelief. After all, no self respecting ice cream truck stops at a place of business. Upon further convincing, he grabbed his wallet and headed out. I, like a cheetah with the runs, bolted back to my office to search my desk for cash. I found 2 dollars worth of salvation at the bottom of my second drawer and headed out to join Brian in enjoying some lactose that, truth be told, I cannot tolerate.

But wait... WHY IS IT DRIVING AWAY?!?

My hopes: dashed. My dreams: crushed. My stomach: empty. But then, the salvithic shine of scarlet brake lights cried out to me, as if to say, "Josh, shut your mouth and stop crying. Get your butt out here and buy some delicious dairy delights!" I quickly obliged and completed my savory mission.

I am, as I type, enjoying a vanilla-chocolate swirl ice cream cone. Editor's Note: Whoops! I just spilled some on my keyboard! ... ... ... There. All clean!

So, adults of the world, this I say to you: As you toil away in your office, working hard for the money, don't lose hope. You never know when salvation will come in the form of soft serve dairy on wheels...

3 comments:

Brent said...

Such sweet music to the ears, isn't it?

Courtney said...

THAT's AMAZING. All we get is the Roach Coach, that comes and honks at lunch time. I watched several people try it and get violently ill so I've passed.

Alli Hibb said...

Oh man! Was it Mr. Tastee?