🍨Dashboard ice cream confessional

Location: My house.

Time: Yesterday at 10:22 AM Central.

Meagan texted me from the basement that she needed either a popsicle or some ice cream. She's been battling the plague (okay, a nasty cough) for days.

Now, there are very few opportunities to help Meagan when she's sick. She's one who doesn't want anyone fussing over her - she just wants to recover in peace without me hovering like a concerned helicopter.

So when she actually asks for something? My butt hits the driver's seat! Mission: Ice cream. Status: Critical.

What my dashboard looks like during an ice cream run.

I have her favorite flavor memorized like it's a nuclear launch code: chocolate ice cream with peanut butter and peanut butter cups mixed in. Off to Culver's drive-through I go.

The lady asks what I want. I confidently order Meagan's shake, secretly patting myself on the back for being so thoughtful.

And then it happened.

She says: "You mentioned your wife was sick. You know we have some ice cream in pint size containers as well. Would you like me to read you the flavors?"

Of course I want to hear those flavors. It's ice cream, people!

Long story short, I rolled into that drive-through planning to buy ONE shake and somehow convinced myself I needed to stockpile frozen dairy products like the apocalypse was coming. I came home with two pints of Rocky Road plus Meagan's shake.

Because apparently when your wife has a cough, the only logical response is to prepare for an ice cream shortage.

Later on, something struck me about that moment in the drive-through: the lady working the window was positioned at the right place, at the right time, with exactly what I needed. And then she made me an invitation.

Not a pushy upsell. Not a scripted pitch. Just a genuine, "Hey, since you're already here, maybe this would help too?"

You know me - I'm always saying to stop selling things and invite people instead. That's exactly what happened there. She didn't try to convince me I was ice cream deficient. She simply offered, with real care, something that might serve.

The most powerful moments happen when we position ourselves to genuinely help, then extend heartfelt invitations instead of aggressive sales tactics.

The Come Wright Inn: now specializing in double ended bananas.

Sometimes the best relationships are built over shared absurdity and way too much ice cream.