Entry 5: The Heat
Rain, rain, go...well I guess you can stay. Beats the heck out of the day I just had. Sheesh!
Despite having a working air conditioner, I wasn't about to spend my Saturday inside listening to Bob's usual rantings about his beeper empire while Miriam claimed the counter as her second bedroom.
I went outside to head over to Phoebe's. Maybe catch a movie or something. I knew I shouldn't hold my breath when I saw the line for it was just as bad as the pool. Oh well, at least I'd have someone to talk to.
As I walked in the scorching heat, wiping the sweat from my brow, I wondered if I'd make it to her house until I saw there was no need to continue. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Pheebs along with the rest of the group trying to get a treat from the Jolly Olly man.
Not a bad idea… I thought to myself, making my way towards the group.
Apparently, Mr. Big Shot felt the heat was a perfect opportunity to take advantage of whatever spare change we had in our pockets. For crying out loud! We're kids! We don't make what he was charging? Twenty freaking bucks for a scoop of ice cream?!
Everyone was ticked off. No one more so than me…
"You can't do this to us! It's not human!"
"Haven't you ever heard of supply and demand?"
"Yeah, well I DEMAND that you SUPPLY me with some ice cream, before I knock your teeth in!"
Not seeming to care about my threat, the jerk stood before me with his arms crossed wearing a glare the size of Arnold's head. Speaking of whom…
My harsh threats were interrupted as I turned to see my beloved march straight up to the sorry excuse for a salesman.
"Hey! Let me tell you a little about my day Mr. Jolly Olly Man! The brown out shut down my air conditioning. My bag of ice melted before I could get it home. I couldn't get into the movie theater or the city pool. And NOW when I finally find a little relief from the head… a little ICE CREAM… you snatch it away! You'd better sell me some ice cream at a fair price, or face the consequences."
Not being bothered by my beloved's threat, the jerk simply turned his arrogant nose up and mocked…
"You can't do anything. You're just a kid!"
"Oh yeah? No ice cream! No Peace! No ice cream! No peace!"
I watched my beloved start a remarkable protest in honor of our rights. He's always been there for us in our hour of need! Eh, I admit, with his inspiration on one side and the heat's brutality on the other, things went to a new level...
"We want our ice cream, and we want it at a price we can afford!"
"You said it sister!"
"And if we don't get it, we're gonna do something really bad…"
Yeah, I was a little crazy. Hey, can you blame me? It was over 100 degrees out there!
"Let's turn over the truck!"
What an idiot! He just stands back and watches us gang up on him, when he had PLENTY of time to hop in and drive away.
He owes every cent in that change drawer of his to football head!
"Look, we have a right to be angry, but we can't let the heat make us that crazy."
Yeah, yeah, Mr. Goody Two Shoes once again trying to talk some sense into everyone (even if he was just fixing the mess he caused in the first place).
Well, guess what? Even HE couldn't get through to us. Mr. Andrew Jackson was saved by a few raindrops that to this hour have not gone away.
It's supposed to be a wet week. What about it may set my beloved over the edge this time?
