We are in a bit of a deep-freeze here in Connecticut. The high temperature yesterday was 20°f (-7°c). The overnight low was 0°f (-18°c). I could frighten you with the windchill values, but except for taking our dog out to conduct necessary business, no one here is going into the wind. I’ll go from a warm house to a soon-to-be-warm car to a warm bar. Of course, once there, I’m sure we’ll sample a cold beverage. While there, the conversation should be inspired by Linda G. Hill’s Just Jot it January and Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt:
“Your prompt for #JusJoJan and my very first birthday-Stream-of-Consciousness-Saturday is: ‘icing on the cake.’ Write about the first thing that comes to mind when you think of the phrase ‘icing on the cake.’ Enjoy!”
I think it’s David’s turn to buy.
If we were having a beer, you would be wondering about my sanity.
“Hi David. You’re early, Dan isn’t here yet.”
“I’m not sure he’s going to be here, Cheryl.”
“Stand me up on a Saturday? Dan wouldn’t do that.”
“Well, I wouldn’t open a cold beer, he might be more in the mood for a hot chocolate.”
“Here, here’s your John Howell’s Bourbon, your seltzer and your glass of ice. Now what are you talking about?”
“I drove by his house last night; he’s got some construction project going on outside.”
“Well, here he comes. Five dollars says he wants an ice-cold Corona.”
“You’re on, Cheryl. He might not want cocoa, but I’m guessing he goes for wine or bourbon.”
“Hi Cheryl. Hi David. Am I interrupting? You two look like you’re busy.”
“Just discussing finances, Dan. What can I get you?”
“My usual – Corona, cold in the bottle with a hunk of lime.”
“Coming right up, Dan. Ahem, David.”
“Here you go, Cheryl.”
“David, surely you don’t think five dollars is going to pay for this beer and your bourbon.”
“Here’s your beer, Dan. And that five-dollar bill is just icing on the cake.”
“David, would you mind explaining?
“I bet Cheryl you wouldn’t want anything cold.”
“Why wouldn’t I? Just because it’s four degrees outside doesn’t mean I don’t want a cold beer.”
“I figured, since you’ve probably been working outside all day, you’d be tired of cold.”
“Working outside? Why do you think I’ve been working outside?”
“I saw the caution tape in front of your front door. I assumed you were fixing a leak or something. Knowing you, I figured you wouldn’t let the cold stop you.”
“Cheers, David. This cold beer is exactly what I want. That caution tape…it’s there to keep people from using the ramp.”
“Why?”
“Because the freezing rain we had the other day left if covered in ice. The house blocks the sun, so it isn’t going to melt for a few days.”
“So, you’re trying to avoid creating customers for your ramp.”
“Exactly.”
“You boys want some food?”
“I had a big breakfast…”
“…Allegro?”
“Yes, David.”
“You’re cutting into my tip, Dan.”
“I could go for a bowl of chowder.”
“We also have broccoli cheese soup today.”
“Oooh, that sounds good. David, would you like to buy yourself a bowl?”
“It does sound good, Dan, but now you’re adding to Cheryl’s tip.”
“Yes, and don’t try counting the five dollars you lost as part of her tip.”
“Thanks for adding that, Dan. I didn’t want to mention it.”
“We don’t want him scraping the icing off that cake, Cheryl.”
“So, Dan, I guess it’s a good thing you bought the giant roll of caution tape. You do seem to keep coming up with ways to use it.”
“Ha! Yeah, I probably only four-thousand feet left.”
“Here you go guys. Hot soup, another cold beer, and a splash of bourbon. The bourbon is on the house, David. And here are the cherries I forgot earlier.”
“Ahhh, the icing on my cake.”
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