Two-Bit Musings.

Little Did She Know.

Once upon a time–or, really, about twelve years, twenty pounds, and a box of hair dye ago–I worked at an ice cream shoppe.

I took a certain pride in my important, dessert-based work.

Candy combinations. Cream in the hopper. Icing perfectly dolloped.

I was good at it.

And even though it was “just a job”, it got me through college.

It was, in a lot of ways, my home.

I spent hours with those people. Laughing. Discussing life in all its uncertainty. And I will never see them again. It’s most unlikely, anyway. That, or we would simply fail to recognize each other.

And it’s funny: more than a decade later–two degrees, a teaching career, a marriage, dozens of plane rides, and a beautiful son later–I’m a stone’s throw from that same ice cream shoppe.

And when I hear certain albums (namely, Boxer by The National) I’m suddenly back in my Corsica, driving to work. Pulling my almost-black hair into a ponytail, and treating myself to a cold brownie slice as I set up business for the day. Feeling both the thrill and anxiety of my 20s, weaved together in a sort of oddly-comforting blanket.

Little did she know.

(she smiles)

Yes, my friend.

For maybe the best is yet to be. *

. . .

SnapDragon is an educator, artist, and homemaker who enjoys life in the slow lane.

Follow her Two-Bit Musings and more on Snippets of SnapDragon.

*Quote by Robert Browning

11 comments on “Little Did She Know.

  1. wonderful post, SnapDragon. Sounds like it was a great place to work. Have you been back to the shoppe itself since your college days?

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  2. Sweet memory. Funny the way random days of our youth float through our heads. I find it happening more often and it makes me sigh at the sweet innocence and naivete that I was completely oblivious to. 😉

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  3. Memory is bittersweet but so fulfilling. Thanks for this.

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  4. Sounds idyllic scooping🍦

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