When I was about 9 years old, I fainted at the local Thrifty store.
Don’t you just love childhood memories?
I had just finished my softball practice in the blistering summer sun, and my Mom took me to our local Thrifty store, so that I could grab a cone of double chocolate malted crunch and pistachio ice cream.
My Mom pulled into a parking space outside the store, and let me run in to grab my treat.
Well, seeing as how the day was equally as blistering hot for the rest of the town, the line was REALLY long for ice cream.
It was quite a bummer to walk into the store, look to the left, and see a line up of at least 10 people waiting for the one ice cream person to dig out scoop after scoop.
After the chosen flavors were scooped, we had to wait for this one person to ring up the sale, and then hand over the ice cream cone to the customer. It was a long process.
Because I was SO looking forward to my ice cream, and really could not think of anything else, I planted myself in the long line and patiently waited.
As I remember, the air conditioner did not seem to be working in the store or was working on a low setting. In other words, the store was not as cool as it should have been, given the 100+ temperatures outside.
After about 15 minutes of waiting in line, it was finally my turn! I ordered my ice cream, the ice cream person scooped out my flavors, handed me my cone, and I was delighted. I was delighted, but I also felt oozy, REALLY oozy……next thing I know, my Mom and the store manager are hovering over me with smelling salts.
Yes, I fainted moments after receiving my ice cream cone. How sad is that?
My Mom said that when she saw two men in suits run from the Thrifty store looking for someone, she knew immediately, that something had happened to me. I think I tended to be a bit accident prone back then.
Anyhow, my Mom got out of the car and asked if they were looking for her. She ran into the store and found me passed out on the cold tile floor, with ice cream all over my clothes. The ice cream cone was ruined. 🙁
With the smelling salts, I was revived. The store manager gave the ice cream person the ok to scoop out another cone for me.
So, once again, all was well in my 9 year old world.
To this day, those two ice cream flavors are still at the top of my favorites list.