D is home for a four-day weekend, and he took a ride with me earlier today to run some errands. We made four stops and then I said, “I’m starting to feel like we might need an Icee before we go home.”
Besides the fact that Icees aren’t our “normal” treat and that made the offer special in itself, D is a typical college student in that he would never, EVER turn down something like this. (I remember practically jumping for joy as a college student whenever my mom asked if I wanted to go to the store with her because I always came home with stuff I didn’t have to pay for.)(Oh: Thanks, Mom!)
We stopped at the convenience store near our house and walked over to the machine. All three sizes cost 99 cents each, and I stood there trying to decide between the 32-ounce cup or the 44-ounce cup. I hadn’t even said anything out loud when D said, “Mom, don’t get the 44.”
“Why?” I asked.
“Because you’ll be sick. I know you.”
(An aside: I am not the type of person who can let a frozen drink–Icees, milkshakes, and, er, margaritas–sit there until they thaw. I just can’t. Typically I drink them really fast and, except in the case of margaritas*, end up feeling totally sick to my stomach.)
I laughed upon learning how well my kid knows me, and went with the 32-ounce cup**.
We grabbed four cups and then I took four of the domed lids from the stack. As I secured a lid on one of the empty cups, D asked, “What are you doing???”
I replied, “What do you mean, ‘what are you doing?’ I’m putting the lid on so we can fill the cups all the way to the top. See?” I placed the cup under the Icee dispenser with the nozzle inside the hole in the top of the lid.
He said, “I never knew that’s what you are supposed to do.”
My mouth dropped open. “REALLY???? I can’t believe that! Are you kidding me? This is one of those life skills you’re supposed to know.”
And then, checkmate.
“Well, maybe I didn’t get enough Icees as a child.”
Ouch. The guilt.
I’ve gotta give it to him: he’s good at it. I think I’m done here.
*Margaritas, of course, I handle like a champ.
**Still too big. I should’ve gone with the small size. Shhhh.
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I’m the same way with milkshakes. I don’t care if I end up with an aneurysm from trying to suck the frozen mass through a straw. I go straight to work on it, consequences be damned.
I didn’t realize it till I was well into my teens, either…
Ha–With your son in college I thought that was going to be the punch line…..that he suggested margaritas when you offered an Icee.
Margaritas like a G6.
And…btw…that’s my last G6 of the day. Even *I* am becoming annoyed with it. 😀
Unfortunately, my kids are well-schooled in the art of Slurpee* making. I’m in the habit of popping them into the freezer when they get too melty so I always get a big ‘un. Leave it out on the counter for a bit and it is good to go again.
It always amuses me how they think they know everything and then they don’t know something so simple. Job security, I say!
*It’s always Slurpees up in here.
Oh how quickly they turn against us. Maybe I didn’t get enough Icees in my youth too, since I now like my margaritas frozen.
AWESOME! That’s hysterical. You taught him well.
I’m so glad to know you get to experience the same sense of humor (in a son) as I do; it’s a real treat.
I’ve never heard of one price for all of the sizes. That makes a lot of sense.
I didn’t know that either!! I definitely did not get enough icees as a child!