The Best Ice Cream Ever

A story about freedom

Brandon left the hospital a new man. He was weak and had lost over seventy pounds. Only five of those seventy pounds were removed in the surgery. The doctors took out a huge tumor that weighed five pounds but the other sixty-eight pounds were lost is his body’s battle against that tumor. He walked out of the hospital under his own power, with one hand holding up his pants which were now suddenly six sizes too large. His belt did not have enough holes to keep his pants from falling down. His other hand held a paper sack full of the few things he had entered the hospital with.

When he got in the taxi cab the driver asked where he was going. Brandon gave the directions to his apartment but asked if the driver would first stop at the local ice cream parlor. “I’ve got a craving for ice cream,” he said in explanation.

“Sure,” replied the cabbie, who had a toothpick in his mouth, “Baskin-Robbins or Mama Juju’s?”

Being new in that town, Brandon asked, “Which place has the most fattening ice cream?”

The cabbie, a rather portly fellow, replied, “That’ll be Mama Juju’s. You can gain weight just driving into their parking lot.” He laughed through his toothpick.

“That’ll be perfect. I want to celebrate.”