Disclaimer: "The Big Bang Theory" is the intellectual property of Warner Brothers.
Amy Farrah Fowler parked her car next to the apartment complex and climbed out. It had not been a good day for her. The university had cut funding to the neuroscience division, so she would not be getting the new equipment she was hoping for. Worse, the brains she had hoped to receive for dissection did not arrive today. So all she got to do today was analyze data and make cosmetic changes to her newest research report.
She entered the apartment building, climbed four flights of stairs, and entered their apartment. Sheldon had beaten her home and greeted her by saying, "Hello, Amy."
"Hi, Sheldon," Amy answered in response.
Sheldon turned around, grabbed a plate, and handed it to Amy. "I made you some dinner."
"Thanks," Amy replied. It was mashed potatoes and an apple. Amy noticed that Sheldon was watching her more closely than he usually did. While Amy had hoped Sheldon would have made her something a little more appetizing, it was better than nothing.
Amy began by taking a forkful of mashed potatoes. She never really liked mashed potatoes, but her mother always told her to eat hot foods first and cold foods last. However, as the mashed potatoes brushed against her lips...they felt cold.
She put them in her mouth anyway. Standing up, she took the apple off the plate with her right hand and the plate in her left. Walking towards the microwave, her plan was to reheat the mashed potatoes.
Then she stopped in her tracks.
Sheldon turned to Amy. "Is something wrong?"
Amy apprehensively ran her tongue over the unusual food in her mouth. It was much colder than anything she had eaten in a while.
And it was sweet.
Sugary sweet.
Sheldon had not made her mashed potatoes. He had made her ice cream!
Amy finally exalted, "Nothing is wrong, everything is right! You made me ice cream! You made it look like mashed potatoes, but it was really ice cream!"
Sheldon smiled and said, "Bazinga. If that surprised you, wait until you take a bite of the apple."
Amy did. As she bit into the apple, chocolate syrup trickled into her mouth. But a lot of the chocolate syrup dribbled down her chin and onto the floor.
Her fiancé was a practical joker. She knew that for years. But she never imagined he would pull a practical joke on her that was so kind, so sweet, so imaginative. He gave her what looked like a boring dinner and made it an extraordinarily memorable meal.
Sometimes the best joys in life are those you never see coming.
That was certainly true today.
The End.