Remember that old campaign from the makers of the Klondike Bar? “What would you do for a Klondike Bar?” They showed candid interviews with people on the street who would act like chimps, on camera, in return for an ice cream bar.
Well, Karen and I had a hankerin’ for ice cream after Sunday’s evening church service and on the way into the neighborhood Jewel, Karen noticed one of those shopping carts with the plastic kiddy car attached. I don’t remember how it came about (you probably see where this is going), but we ended up betting the evening’s ice cream on whether or not Karen could fit into that little red car. She insisted that she could and I contended against it. “That’s ridiculous,” I exclaimed. “Not possible!”
Here’s the result, for the record.
Karen in the kiddy cart
Oh yeah. I’d say it was worth it.