We’ve been together for a while now. Has it been ten years? Everything seemed great this spring and I thought we’d be together forever. I planned to visit once a week for the rest of the summer, sampling through the flavors.
The banana ice cream I had last night was as good as ever. OK, maybe the young lady who took my order was a little surly, but the rest of the staff was their usual spunky selves. Truth be told, though, I didn’t like how the last little bit of the Joy cone wrapper stuck on my sugar cone. It’s been happening for a while; I just never said anything.
I don’t know how to break this to you.
I’ve met someone else.
Last week when I was in Maine, I took a back road home from my class in Augusta; I bumped into Webber’s Ice Cream on Route 201 in Farmingdale. I ordered a dish of Lemon Chiffon ice cream with a sugar cone on top and there was no paper stuck on the cone. I sat down in my car, looked up, and I think I saw stars twinkling all around the ice cream stand.
Sure, it’s not a “big time” ice cream stand like you, Lago’s, and they don’t even have a web site. They don’t seem to post much on their Facebook fan page, either. It’s cool, quaint, and picturesque next to the Kennebec River, though, and the staff is friendly. They have as many different flavors as you do.
I hate to admit it, but I stopped there four nights out of five. New friends from my class went with me on two of the four visits. No one had a jaded thing to say about Webber’s and no one was standing around looking bored with a “another wasted night in Augusta and I’m alone at the ice cream stand again” look on their faces.
Sure, everything is always better in the beginning, before the cracks start to show. Maybe I’ll get tired of Webber’s and kick it to the curb. It’s far away from the Coop; long distance relationships are hard. I think it’s going to work, though, because it’s encouraging me to figure out how to get closer to my home and family. There are lots of good people in the area; something will work out. That’s the plan.
We can still be friends if you like, but you know how that goes.
Look, it’s not you. It’s me. I’ve been feeling this way for a while; I tried to keep it together for the sake of the blog. I don’t think I’m going to change my mind. Thanks for the memories, though.