I wrote this back in November 2013. I had been sorely disappointed with a concert I had gone to with Mary. Too much glitz, not enough real.
To be honest, I had forgotten a lot of the details of that evening until I reread this post.
Spoiler alert: The bottom line is that expectation sometimes leads to disappointment, and disappointment sometimes leads to ice cream — so in the end, it’s all good, right?
From November 2013 —
The fact that Sonic was already closed on the way home was the icing on the cake of disappointments. Or, should I say – the ice cream. I was so sure that a one dollar vanilla cone from Sonic would ease my pain.
Then, when Wendy’s didn’t have a vanilla Frosty milkshake, I was, like, “What do you mean you don’t have it? I’m looking at it on the sign!”
The polite night-shift server at Wendy’s explained. “Nobody ever ordered those, so they took it off the menu.”
“Well, they need to take it off their drive-thru menu as well,” I grumbled to myself.
So I drove across a four lane highway to get to Burger King. Good thing it was 11:17 PM, and nobody else was on the road.
And at least they were open and had a Hershey’s Sundae Pie.
The things we do for our comfort foods.
It wasn’t the ice cream, though, that brought me back to reality. It was riding home in the car with my dear, sweet 13-year old daughter, and thinking how precious it was that I could spend an evening with her.
It was remembering our laughter as we waited in line in the cold and sang Smothers Brothers songs to each other.
It was reflecting on the fact that she didn’t seem disappointed with the evening. My own expectations had probably been too high.
I know people who try not to get excited over upcoming events. “That way I won’t be disappointed,” they say.
Would I trade all the anticipation, all the eagerness, the thrill of imagining what was to come for a blasé attitude?
No, I think I’d rather ride the roller coaster.
And then treat myself to ice cream.
8 thoughts on “Disappointment”
And laughing at the Arctic Circle…..
There is no problem in the world that can’t be eased to some degree with a good dose of ice cream, after all…
Oh dear. Was it really that bad? Maybe I should sell my tickets and just go straight to the ice cream…
No, no, no… I just expected something different. And my expectations were a tad high. Save the ice cream for a back-up plan.
It occurs to me I still have never gone into a Wendy’s or Burger King.
I haven’t been to a Wendy’s now in years. You’re really not missing much.
I once walked out of a concert heavily disappointed and before I knew what was going on found myself hugging a McFlurry on my couch 😀
Fast food may need to consider this as a marketing tool. “When the concert stinks, we’ve got the fix.”
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