Hey There Ms Baskin Robbins!

Baskin Robbins Ford 150

If you are a new follower than you may not have scrolled back far enough yet to discover that in my current incarnation of a working stiff, I own a Baskin Robbins. I love it. What’s not to love? I mean, I LOVE ice cream. And if you don’t… well, you are just sick. What can I tell ya.

One of the great things about owning a Baskin Robbins is people are usually pretty happy. And if they aren’t, they want to be. That is why when we are down we grab a pint of ice cream to feel better.

(oh, you know you’ve all done this once or twice and some of you probably weekly).   😀

 

Living and owning the local Baskin Robbins in your little town has a whole new set of perks. Yep, I’m like a mini celebrity with the kids. And I mean mini. I’ve got nothing on Team Omizoomi

(I just learned about them and thought I’d sneak this new found knowledge in).

Just today for example, I’m going through a local drive through and a kid puts 1/2 his body out the car and turns to me and yells – BASKIN ROBBINS!! with a big thumbs up.

McDonald Arches

When I go through my local McDonald’s drive thru, they take my order and go “Hey there Ms Baskin Robbins?”  Each and every time it makes my heart smile. I know what you are thinking, “Is she really that bad at ordering the same thing each time and going every day?”    Well, yes, but that is besides the point.

They have cameras dang it!

 

I also get milk and bananas a couple times a week and as I walk the store, little kids point at me. Not because I’m hideous or anything, but they recognize me. “It’s the ice cream lady! they shout. I find the Baskin Robbins hat I’m wearing might give me away in the store since they don’t let my truck come inside with me. 

 

I’m constantly having kid’s point at me while I’m driving. Jumping up and down all excitedly. I see them begging their mom or dad to follow me to the ice cream store. The the parents trying to act like they don’t see the big pink truck so they don’t have to go.

 

I have all kinds of stories about life in the Pink Truck and I’ll tell them as we spend our time together. Today, I decided to write due to the smile I got from the shout out from the random guy climbing out of his car Dukes of Hazzard style just to scream out BASKIN ROBBINS!

car window

Who wouldn’t like that?

I might be an introvert by heart, but even that makes me smile!

( I know you don’t believe me about the introvert part, but that is a story for another day….No one ever believes me…LOL)

 

~~~till we laugh again~~~

Get Off My Butt, You Maniac

Have you ever watched that old Goofy cartoon where easy going Goofy gets behind the wheel of a car and suddenly he is transformed into a crazy mad dog driver?  I love that cartoon.

People make me laugh when they get behind the wheel of a car. For some reason they all feel like they are in a race.

First off, I don’t drive slow. I am a speed limit kind of person and will go 5- 8 miles over on occasion. I don’t speed for two reasons. First because I know most of the time you don’t get there that much sooner and I like living. Second, probably the most important, I will be the one that gets caught. My lot in life is to live by the rules that cost me money or jail time.

With that said, living in Arizona you get to drive a lot of long stretches of desert road with only one lane each way. You get to share this road with the slow folks, the fast folks and the big butt semi trucks.

While I don’t personally speed, I do expect others to at least go the speed limit. My eyes bug out when I’m behind the person that feels 5- 10 under is the best way not to get caught. Maybe their car is that old and falling apart. Who knows. But you know who I’m talking about. I feel like banging my head against the steering wheel. Yes I do occasionally pass, but luck is, if I’m behind that slow poke, I’m pretty sure the on coming traffic is such that I can’t pass. Thus dragging out my torture.

But my Goofy reference is more for the crazy drivers that feel they will get there faster than the rest of us — one car at a time. Take today for example. I’m on this stretch taking my nephews home. It’s probably 30 minutes going 50-55. Behind me is a big semi and I later learned, behind him was a red truck. In front of me was another semi and another slower car. Not so slow, but doing the actual 50 posted.

Through my side mirror I see a red truck come flying past the semi behind me and past me. Squeezing in between myself and the semi in front of me. You know the kind, where if you don’t slam on your breaks, he will get killed by the on coming traffic so its your duty to let his crazy ass in. I just had to laugh because when all was said and done, he couldn’t pass the semi in front of me and the slow car ahead of him due to the on coming traffic. I just laughed knowing his death defying maneuver saved him exactly 4.5 seconds in the end.

I also love the ones that zip in and out of traffic almost causing accidents, only for you to catch up to them at the light. It makes you just want to wave to them and say, “Hey, thanks for holding the light for me by getting here first.”  Then you just laugh.

I also love when they ride your butt thinking it will make you go faster. Don’t they understand it has the opposite effect on me? Yep, makes me want to go slower. Normally I just go exactly what the speed limit is. Just to drive them nuts. Maybe even set my cruise control to avoid the temptation of speeding up. Some people say do a brake check on them, but I’ve had my baby (truck) for 11 years. No idiot is worth them slamming into it.

All I know is, people get “goofy” when they get behind the wheel…..

 

~~~till we laugh again~~~