No matter how hard we try to fight him, Father Time always catches up to us. I just didn’t expect him to catch me in the ice cream aisle at a local grocery store.
Tammy and I were our way to pick up a pizza when we decided to stop at the Jewel-Osco to get some ice cream for dessert.
Wonder what flavors they are eating.
We were standing in front of the freezers, debating which brand of ice cream to get and found our way down to the Häagen-Dazs section where pints were two for $6.
I rather easily convinced Tammy that we should get EACH get two, which meant we had to figure out flavors to get.
Tammy quickly picked out Coconut Macaroon and we both agreed on Pineapple Coconut, but picking our second flavors proved to be a little more tricky.
While Tammy debated on Caramel Waffle Cone and Black Cherry Vanilla, I was struggling with my own choices.
Really Father Time? I’m not even 40 yet.
It was around this time that Father Time snuck up behind me and tapped me on the shoulder. I never saw but it had to be him because that’s the only reason I can come up with as to why I was debating between the Butter Pecan and Rum Raisin.
Seriously.
Me: I don’t know why I keep thinking about Butter Pecan or Rum Raisin.
Tammy: I don’t either.
Me: Let’s see what else is in there.
Tammy: Just get the Rum Raisin, you know that’s what you want.
I don’t know that I’ve EVER had anything Rum Raisin, but for whatever reason it sounded good so I ended up getting it. I made sure we used the self-checkout so no one would see what we were buying.
Nothing else was said about it as we picked up our pizza and headed back home. Tammy waited until it was time for dessert to start in with the jokes.
Tammy: Hey old man? You ready for your ice cream?
Me: Shut it.
Tammy: Rum Raisin? That’s what they feed people at the old folks home. They get excited for their dish of Rum Raisin ice cream and the yellow Jell-O.
Me: What’s “yellow Jell-O?”
Tammy: Just Jell-O. That’s what they feed people at the old folks home. Jell-O, rum raisin, butter pecan and sometimes Neapolitan.
Me: (in old person voice) Who’s ready for some Rum Raisin?
Tammy: (laughs) Yeah, you better hurry because it’s lights out in an hour.
It was 8:45 p.m.
Tammy’s sister called a little later and of course Tammy told her about my choice.
Tammy: So we stopped at Jewel to get ice cream and Jason’s got Rum Raisin.
Kristan: Ewww, really?
Tammy: (laughing) I know, right?
Kristan: That’s what they give old people when they need to poop.
Me: Shut up. Both of you are jerks.
It was actually pretty good and I could taste the rum flavor.
Me: (after a couple of bites) I think I’m gonna be drunk.
Tammy just smirked and shook her head.
I’m hoping she doesn’t put prunes in my stocking this Christmas.
The Life of J-Wo 
I didn’t know Rum & Raisin was old people ice cream. I love Rum & Raisin – I feel old now – not a good thing for someone with a terminal Peter Pan complex.
Well, let’s start a Rum Raisin Revolution to change people’s minds!!
We can call it something cool like Triple R or the 2Rrevolution… You know, something catchy that we can put one of those fancy hashtag things on and get The Tweeter all tweeting about it.
That’s so funny, my mum has always loved Rum and Raisin LOL
I don’t know if that helps my case or not… hmmmm… 😉
I never even HEARD of Rum Raisin. But now I know one thing that might help with my stomach problems.
I’d heard of it but never had it before. I figured that I like ice cream, rum and raisins so how bad could it be. It was actually pretty good.
You should try it and use the excuse of “experimenting” to help your stomach. 😉
Lemme know how it goes.
I love Rum Raisin!
Raisins in ice cream? Yep, you’re practically a fossil.
I know, right?
It’s an downhill and early-bird specials from here.