There was a place next to the now old Borden Dairy distribution warehouse and an Ice company that also sold "Daimens" Basically like Icee's but more fruit flavored. But this little mom and pop's Ice cream shop made the real deal no fake, artifical or sugar free Ice Cream. But the problem for us in high school, was the fact that it was clear across town. Only the brave or dumb would attempt to go get some when they were open. Lunch break was 45 minutes. Seniors were the only grade that could leave campus for lunch, provided you had adequate transportation. The public transportation bus had a stop right outside the student parking. That was a trap. The bus runs on an hourly scale so getting to that magical slice of heaven on earth by city bus was the best way to lose your leave campus privs. B
BUT.
By this time, nearing graduation, I had extra duties as my gf was well along into her pregnancy, and despite everyone telling her to stay home at this point as it was a struggle for her, in that stage of gestation, she wanted to finish out her last year and walk with her friends. So the deans and principles, and even Coach made me attend to her every need. Woot, self enslavement!
So on this particular day, my gf had two problems. One, her boobs were starting to leak, and two she had an intense craving for chocolate Ice Cream with a whole ass king sized hershey bar jammed in, AND fresh peanut butter cookies on the side. That meant I had three places I had to go. But the bra that the obgyn recommended for leaking titties had done its duty, but it could not stop it much longer. So I skipped out of art when a girl from English IV ran to get me. GF was just a delightful bundle of emotions ranging from Rage, Anger, saddness and then HUNGER. "Go get the meatbrick." was her call to me. So I came in as she has her blanket around her, not cause she was cold, but to hide the leaks.
"Go to my house, get me another shirt."
Principle who looked at me like they were glad I was leaving in a couple of months, calls gate guard, guard lets me out and I had only 1 hour to get everything she told the school she needed.
The List:
Shirt or moo moo
panties as she is leaking a little down there
The Ice Cream
A Gallon of Milo's sweet tea
A pillow
And some gym shorts.
I had a quarter tank of gas, and a strong will to live and run away.
I went to her house. Of course no one was home. So I snuck into her bedroom window and grabbed the panties and shorts. She had no moo moos. I recalled my mom offering her some of her old ones she kept for my sisters when they get preggers and married. My mom was home on her day off and was furious that I showed up as she was working on her crafts.
"Mom, Moomoos now!"
My mom had one she had tailored herself to look "cute" because moo moos are the opposite of fashionable. But my mom made this look like a one piece dress with a faux belt across the waist. But I needed the bra. I asked my mom and she handed me some money and go hit up the stores in the baby Aisles. Fuck. Off to Kmart. None her size there. Walmart, nope. Then I was leaving the store when I noticed a pregnant lady whose bust looked to be about my gf's size. I of course made an ass of myself and asked, telling her my situation. Expecting and flinching ready for the slap, but all I got was a chuckle. She said xxxxx store had them. It was a local privately owned Lane Bryant style store that also sold lingerie and other adult things the fuller figured woman would need.
35 minutes left.
I ran in and bought almost the entire rack of her size. There went my new battery for the car money I saved. Traffic, and Metallica playing on the radio sent me into a deadman;s rush, stopping for gas I grabbed the hersheys bar. Next stop J's Bakery. The most famous bakery in the Cola. Nothing but the best for my soon to be wife and bearer of my first child, right? I bought a full dozen of cookies, 6 peanut butter and 6 sugar that were covered in icing, big yellow smiley faces.
15 minutes until I was in deep shit.
J's was the closest to the ice cream shop. When I stopped for gas, I filled my cooler with ice, because I had the thought that the ice cream would melt before I got back. I drifted into the parking lot, because there was no one on the road and I would have to have had to drive 4 extra blocks as the bakery was on a one way street. Fuck proper driving and the laws. I ran in got the cookies, and some Petite Fours. There was no easy way back to the school, because the school was clear across town. 12th to Cervantes. Cervantes till it changes to Mobile Highway. Mobile Highway to Fairfield, fairfield to 55th ave. 55th ave to Lillian hwy. and lillian to the student parking gate.
2 mins until I was officially dead.
Gate open, lot clear, my space, then meet her at lunch. I slid into the lunch room, where her friends were running defense, keeping people from making a spectacle of her. I burst in like a mad bull in a china shop, almost slipped and found her with her knot of friends. I gave her the clothes, which thanks to the blankets she carried, she changed into the moo moo and everything else. It did look less moo mooey on her. Then came the pile of nursing bras (I long forgotten their name.) she took one, and shoved the rest into her gym bag.
Then came the cookies, big chocolate bar and Ice cream. It was promptly devoured, along with a full tray of food, extra fries from the al la carte line and two baked chicken sandwiches, extra honey.
I ate, and promptly took a nap in my next class on the couch. Psychology 4. I told mr. p I needed a nap before class, and I was welcomed to the couch, he woke me up for class.
Now I tell this tale because that ice cream was legendary. Sadly it closed down because the owners grew too old to run it, and none of their family wanted to take over.
Now for those who think I am spinning a fine yarn, I am not. The only exaggeration in this story was the deadman's rush. I wasnt the safest driver, but I was not going to let myself be caught for truancy for reckless driving. I wasn't going to get in much trouble, detention to make up for what I missed.