Mr Man: “What do you say we go for a bike ride?”
Me: “Good plan. Let’s head over to that ice cream shop that’s just a little too far away for a walk.”
Mr Man: “Wouldn’t that undermine the point of exercise?”
Me: “It’ll be great, we’ll earn our calories!” (Secretly thinking, “It will be great, we won’t have to earn these calories!”)
/delightful interlude involving a low-key afternoon ride, a dipped hazelnut praline cone (his), a very large cotton candy milkshake (mine, they were out of strawberry), and a complete lack of guilt despite the fact that we consumed much too much sugar. It was a perfect way to say goodbye to summer.
Me, leaving the ice cream place: “Um, pretty sure your front tire is flat. How far do we have to go?”
Mr Man: “Walking? About an hour.”
And that, folks, is how we paid for that ice cream.
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J.R. Johnson 
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