Aggravating Circumstances

When Dad got a hankering or as relief on hot evenings, we'd head for the Dairy Queen. "One soft chocolate cone, one dipped cone and a chocolate shake." And, when a hot fudge sundae made it into the lineup, that was a special kind of wonderful.

I don't think Uncle Jerry had such wonderful  memories of the Dairy Queen. He took my mom and me out for burgers in his new 1956 aqua and white Chevy and I put the first blemish on it. When you aren't tall enough to see over the front seats, you must stand on the backseat. It was the discarded pickle I was standing on that bumped my infraction up to a felony.

Photo from Uncle Atom on Flickr.