There was silence walking back into the barns, then the laughter started and I’m not sure when it stopped.
Then, the next year: Part II. The same story, the same ending. But, right when he thought no one saw his explosive fit over yet-another-fallen dip. He heard, “Hey, Floyd Chapman! Need some more ice cream?”
It was his doctor’s wife, not his diabetic doctor – so that’s a bonus. She and her mother had witnessed the whole fit, like my family and I did the year before.
So, if you have a long day of showing animals at Indiana State Fair and want a cone of ice cream to cool you off, order yours in a cup. You never know who is watching… and laughing.
[friday] editor/ My Pap literally screams for ice cream