Broke Ain’t So Bad

I took my son to get some ice cream this week.  We went to one of those ice cream places that specializes in the trade.  Apparently, they’ve done well because they have a drive-thru window and give free ice cream to pets.  Who knew that pets like ice cream?

When I drove up to the window, I opened my door to place my order.

“Dad, why are you opening the door?”

“Because my window is broken.”

Our conversation was interrupted by the static voice coming through the intercom asking me what kind of ice cream I wanted.  I let her know and pulled around to the window where I opened my door again, waiting for my son’s cone.

“Dad, why don’t you get your window fixed?”

“Because it costs a lot of money.”

“Can’t you do it yourself?”

What kind of a question was that?  “Can I do it myself?”  Maybe I should have just turned the radio up real loud or told my son that he’s not allowed to talk anymore.  Instead, I just answered his question.

“I don’t know.  I guess because it’s a really hard job.”

As we sat silently, waiting for the ice cream, I stared at my door wondering how hard it would be to try to replace the motor that makes my electric window go up and down.  I started to think that I could probably get it done by myself.  And then I wondered what it would be like to drive a truck with no driver’s side door because I got in over my head and couldn’t finish the job.

The ice cream finally came and we were on our way home.  While we were stopped at a red light, a huge 18-wheeler that was carrying farm animals drove by and hit a bump that happened to be right next to us.  There was a loud noise and it kind of scared my son.  The noise didn’t bother me so much.  I was more concerned with the animal poo that splattered out of the back of that truck all over the side of my window.  You know, the window that can’t roll down.

My son thought this was the coolest thing that has ever happened.  For a five-year-old boy, there is no greater combination than ice cream and animal poo.  He could only stop laughing long enough to say two things.

“It smells like you, dad.”

And then my personal favorite.

“It’s a good thing your window doesn’t work.”

Sometimes, broke ain’t so bad.