I would scream for ice cream if we weren’t sitting still on the highway.

I don’t want to be overly superlative, so I’m not going to say that we had the longest ice cream run of all time the other night, but it took a freaking long time, that’s for sure. There was an accident on the highway, and we had to wait about 30 minutes just sitting there. I got pretty discouraged and we almost turned around and gave up. We were just trying to seize the summer! Why is that so difficult?!

Luckily, we made it to Coldstone and I tried their August Red Pan flavor: Blueberry. mmmmmm. It was delicious. And we remembered the Nalgene so that we didn’t have to go thirsty after eating our ice cream. Clever, yes? On the way home, Mike said that most people would have given up and gone to Wal-Mart to get vanilla ice cream and blueberries to mush up in it. But we persevered!

So, speaking of the accident on the highway . . . we were probably about 10 cars back from where the road was closed, maybe not that many. There had been a sign a mile or so back that indicated that the left lane was closed, but we hadn’t realized that both lanes were closed (there were a lot of logs in the road). As we waited patiently, they were trying to get the logs cleared off. And all these NEW cars who HAD BEEN WARNED kept coming up to the front of the line. We waited there 30 minutes, and those bozos thought they were entitled to get ahead of us because they were waiting five minutes. I didn’t see any women in labor or grandmothers needing to go to the hospital, so I most decidedly did not let them in. They were trying to steal my summer joy, but my joy returned when I shut them out of my lane.

No, it wasn’t the nicest thing to do, but it was the only thing I could do. I was thisclose to getting out of the car and asking a driver what in the WORLD made him think that he was so important that he didn’t have to wait in line like everyone else. But then I realized that I didn’t have anywhere to go after I said that, and despite the presence of police officers, I might get hurt. Also, Mike never lets me do that kind of stuff. I don’t really get road rage (I am sure you won’t believe me now, but it’s true), and I can handle being stopped in traffic since I don’t have to do it regularly, but I canNOT stand when someone thinks he is so entitled that he can inconvenience hundreds (or thousands) of others just because he doesn’t want to wait his turn. Sure, we all do it accidentally from time to time, but you can tell the accidental people from the entitled people. It’s all in the signaling.

Wow, there are a lot of capital letters there. Guess this must be an important issue to me. hehe.

Anyway, to sum up: Blueberry ice cream = Good. Entitled drivers = Bad.

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