The good people on our city council decided to endow our little neighborhood with a brand spanking new Walmart.
Don’t be jealous.
I won’t bore you with the gory details- just suffice it to say that, in general, the neighborhoods that surround the dang place on three sides H-A-T-E it.
It did come with one minor benefit.
Everyone knows that in the parking lot of nearly every Walmart exists some sort of fast food restaurant. And we were fortunate to skip out on the Long John Silver’s/KFC catastrophe at another local Walmart.
No, no. We were “blessed” with a McDonalds.
I don’t have the foggiest as to the last time I was even near a McDonalds; undoubtedly in high school sometime…
So I’ve decided that it’d make a fun weekend activity to walk over and get an ice cream cone. For the grand ol’ price of $1.53, we can all three get a cone. Not too shabby, eh?
We did find out, however, that if it’s warm, it’s better to eat inside. By eating outside, you rely on your toddler being able to spoon the melted mess that the ice cream quickly turns into.
Yup- you see that right. For some reason, she though that the backside of the spoon would be more efficient. I chalked it up to a “learning experience” and let her continue. Hey, we were sitting outside. And yes, we did clean up after ourselves.