For his last week at work, The Boss and I took an ultimate lunch break together.

Leaving Panera, The Boss suggested an extra stop.

The Boss: Maybe we should stop by Chick-Fil-A for an IceDream. No, no, too many calories.

Me: Not if you get a little one.

The Boss: Oh yeah! Small ones only have 200 calories or something. Let’s go.

As I drove my car to the drive-thru, I ordered 2 kids IceDream cones.

The Boss: KIDS! I said SMALL!!!

Me: Oh, I thought when I said “little” that’s what it meant. I didn’t realize there were two different adult sizes.

The Boss: I can’t believe this! That’s going to be like a DROP of ice cream! AND we don’t even have kids in the car!!!

At this point, I begin to laugh uncontrollably and he then shoves $2 at me.

The Boss: HERE. It’s less than $2. Which is about right for a KIDS CONE!

Pouting, he turns to look out of the passenger side window.

The Boss: NO KIDS IN THE CAR! I am so embarrassed. I can’t even look at them.

When I pull up to the window, the Chick-Fil-A worker politely asks how we are.

The Boss: (muttering under his breath) FINE. WE’RE FINE.

My body begins convulsing from holding in laughter. Tears are falling down my face, and I look at the woman and giggle. She hands us our ice cream, and we continue on our way back to work.

Of course by the time we reach the office, The Boss has finished his ice cream, and walking up the stairs looks to see if I am done as well.

The Boss: You gonna finish that?

Still laughing, I almost fall up the stairs.

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