Some days! Went down to the Food Lion for just a few things. One of those trips where we did not want to spend a lot so I had a list and Annie stayed in the car to read. When we both go in, we end up with a big cart full. Pleasant sort of day, between storms, for a quick trip.
The Food Lion here is not one of their flagship stores. We often comment that the stuff that did not sell “across the Bay”, they send over here. And the parking lot is a sort of old time strip mall parking lot. And full of sea gulls, especially when the weather is due for some change. And it was. The nearest other acceptable grocery store other than this is 20 miles away, however. And the people and service at our Food Lion are very good.
There was a poster on the window for 2 cantaloupes for $3. Really hungry for them so added that to the list. The first thing was that all of the cantaloupes were gone. Asked the guy doing the produce and he said come back tomorrow. Darn. (That is not the word I used to myself.)
Quickly picked up the stuff we needed. And got to the ice cream aisle and Edy's ice cream was on sale! Happy, happy, joy, joy. We love Edy's Double Vanilla. Not enough to buy it at the regular price but enough to get it – maybe even two “half gallons” (joke) – when on sale.

The supply was pretty much depleted but, down on my knees rummaging through them, found one. A nice lady asked which one was the best and I told her about Double Vanilla and handed her the one I had, certain that there would be more. Went through every one on the rack. Lots of French Vanilla and Vanilla Bean but they do not cut the mustard. Only double Vanilla will do. There was one more, only one. The lid had been torn on one edge but got it anyway.
At the checkout line, the checker asked if I still wanted the ice cream with the torn lid. Told her the story about giving away the only good one. And that I did want the torn one.
Got out to the car and my decision about the ice cream with the torn lid was immediately and vociferously vetoed. At the same time, the checker came out to tell me that they were putting some more ice cream out and she went back inside to get a replacement. Told you it was good service.
Followed her in and left the half empty cart beside the car. Another mistake. Had parked the car beside one of the shopping cart return bins. Maybe a little close. Well, someone in my car felt the cart should have been emptied and not left standing there. But getting out and then putting the bags in meant crawling out through a narrow space and then putting the bags in on hands and knees on the seat. Heard about that.
The store did not have any more ice cream. But while I was gone and Annie was putting the bags in the car, one of the dive bombing sea gulls had made a direct hit – not on the windshield, mind you – right through the open driver's side window onto the pristine Corinthian (not really, but it sounds good) tan leather seat.

That beautiful tan leather interior is one of the reasons we got this Grand Marquis. Oh, the expressions about that. The air turned blue. Luckily, one of the items bought was toilet paper so, with a few unrepeatable expressions, cleaned it up pretty quickly.
The store was called when we got home and disappointment about the ice cream was expressed. Took it back but still no Double Vanilla so got strawberry. Another indication of a bad day.
But not all days end bad. When we got home from exchanging the ice cream, there was a box on the porch labelled “Perishable”. One of our daughters had sent us a Father's Day and birthday (the 28th) present. Two live lobsters, two bags of clams, two pieces of scrod, two pieces of Boston crème pie from Legal Sea Food.
And, oh, was it good.