The day my brother bought an ice cream cone

I tell this story frequently, so forgive me if I’ve told it here.

Shannon and I were married and I was still in college when my brother came down to visit.  We lived in Portage Indiana right off of Route 6.

Heading out for the day, the three of us stopped at a Mobile gas station to fuel up.  The gas station also shared the building with a Dairy Queen.  While I am filling up the car, Johnny says that he is going in for a cone.  I told him that I would be getting a car wash after the fill up, so we can meet up however.

Shannon and I are moving through the automatic car wash.  The soap suds were being swished around the windshield and then the rinse cycle washed them all away.  We then moved to the air dryer section of the wash.  It was a very strong set of blowers that were used to get every drop of water off of the vehicle.

By now we can see my brother standing and waiting at the end of the car wash.  He never looked happier.  On his face was a big smile in between the giant licks he was giving to his large vanilla cone.  It was a good day for him.

As we advanced down the track toward the end, my brother began to walk toward the car.  He felt it was safe enough to enter the wash.  I think he was just anxious to rub it in about how delicious his ice cream was.

As he approached, his shirt began to ruffle.  Then  his hair began to blow around a bit.

Then it happened.

Before he knew what was coming, one of the blowers had turned in his direction and blew that large ice cream all over him.  His face, his shirt and the driver’s side of my freshly washed car were now covered in ice cream.

He has a great spirit and never takes himself too seriously.  We laughed and laughed as he got into the car with his empty cone.

Come to think of it, he still owes me a car wash.