Post by karen on Nov 23, 2011 14:48:22 GMT 10
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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,325,true] Bridget just finished up at school and had a serious hankering to stuff her small frame with as much ice cream as she could. Spending your entire day with a bunch of teenagers and fire could do that to a girl, kids seemed to be both more and less mature than she remembered. Maybe that was because of the crowd she ran with in high school. It seemed that if you give a kid a buntson burner these days they tried to blow things up rather than the opposite. She of course wasn’t about to lump all teenagers into the irresponsible, she had a fair few that took science quite seriously and she really did like those kids. The other ones though she had a hard time liking, if someone got hurt in her class they’d blame her and that just wasn’t at all fair. Honestly they were at the age when they thought they didn’t have to listen to people anymore especially a twenty four five year old ginger like herself. Well that was the attitude she got a lot anyway.
Walking into the creamery she pulled off her sunglasses to reveal her hazel eyes to the light and peered into the ice cream case like a child. If there was anything that could bring out the childish side of Bridget like no other it was ice cream. She looked up at the by behind the counter with a large smile on her face “hello Jimmy how are you?” the boy nodded and asked what he could get her, to which she responded kindly “can I get a scoop of cookie’s n’ cream and cookie dough in a waffle cone?” she figured she start small, well small for her anyway. Bridget exercised and normally her diet was quite healthy, but ice cream was a weakness of hers. Regardless she was one of those lucky people that didn’t have to worry about their weight anyway. Not that on a day like today she would much care about whether or not she was going to get fat off her indulgence, right now she just wanted her ice cream. The ice cream boy behind the counter handed her cone to her “here you go Miss Hastings”.
With a smile she took the cone from him as she thanked him and grabbed a tiny spoon. Finding her way to a table she sat down and spooned out some of her ice cream. She came here far more often than she would have liked to admit, however considering one of her students worked behind the counter so she couldn’t exactly keep it a secret. Not that it was really anything to be ashamed of everyone had their little indulgence, for some people it was chocolate, something spicy or savory. Okay, so maybe she indulged more than most people would, but it was all in good fun never the less. She really didn’t mind if she was judged anyway, she did things her own way. So she sat quietly and happily with her creamy desert.
