When I was a little girl, trips to the local DQ® walk-up store were a given. My sisters, eight and nine years older than I, were often “encouraged” to walk me up to the store for treats to get all of us out of my Mom’s hair for awhile. One day when I was about 10, my younger cousin was visiting so she too was included in a Saturday afternoon walk to the DQ® store.
My sisters were only given enough money for one treat per person, and luckily, we had enough for my cousin and her much bigger eyes than stomach. Even though she was only 5, she insisted she could eat a Strawberry Shortcake Treat. There was no way she could put much of a dent into this monstrous treat at her age, but my sisters let her attempt it.
Of course she was also at the age where she didn’t need any help carrying it. Not so surprisingly, as soon as we started the trek across the parking lot toward home, she leaned the Strawberry Shortcake too far in one direction and it toppled out of the dish and onto the parking lot. My sisters and I looked at each other in sheer horror and waited. We didn’t have enough money for another treat and we really didn’t want to give up one of ours, yet we knew the temper tantrum would start shortly.
After a couple of seconds, we watched, in horror again but this time also with relief, as my young cousin simply stooped down to the parking lot and slid her mangled treat back into the dish, brushed off some gravel with her spoon, and contentedly started to eat. We thought about stopping her, but then also realized that if she was fine with it, maybe we should just keep our mouths shut. Instead, we quietly ate out treats and didn’t say another word the whole walk home.
Do you have a funny DQ® memory?