The Tale of Ye Olde Faithful

This is a guest post from my mom. Why? Because she's awesome, that's why.

Oh, and I won the bet.

Do you remember going to Twisters and ordering soft ice cream? They used to have it, you know, but they don’t anymore. I think I know why, and I think it has to do with my husband, Charlie. Here is his story.

One day a few years ago Charlie and I were eating at Twisters with our three teenage sons, Ricky, Robby, and Joseph. We had finished eating and were having such a good time that we decided to get dessert as well. Soon we each were licking a soft ice cream cone. We were getting more and more merry, laughing, and enjoying each other’s company.

As usual, the boys were cracking jokes right and left. The butt of most of their jokes was Charlie and his lack of hair.

The banter was fast and furious around the table, and sounded somewhat like this:

“Hey, Dad took off his hat. Give me my sunglasses.”

“Yeah, Dad, it looks like you ate one too many hard boiled eggs.”

Charlie tried to defend himself.

“There are only so many beautiful heads in this world. The rest have to be covered with hair.”

“I’m not bald. I just have a very wide part.”

“Well, Dad, at least you don’t have the problem of finding hair in the sink.”

“You boys make fun, but you just wait. You know what they say, “Hair today, gone tomorrow.’”

By this time everyone had gotten so silly, that we were laughing at anything anyone said. While this was going on, Charlie choked on his ice cream. He tried to talk, but no sound came out. He signaled with his hands, but the boys just thought this was all the more hilarious and provoked him to laugh further.

Charlie again tried to speak, but he was simply laughing too hard.

Then amid our laughing, we noticed something odd begin to happen. The ice cream started coming out of Charlie’s nose. This of course made us practically roll on the floor. The boys continued making their wise cracks, but I was a little worried. The ice cream kept coming and coming. It was like the soft ice cream machine.

We looked up and saw several of the Twisters’ employees standing to the side and observing. They weren’t talking, just watching. Soon the ice cream coming from Charlie’s nose was like a volcano! It just kept coming.

I said, “Guys! Dad’s in trouble here.”

They stopped laughing, and it seemed the entire restaurant got quiet and went in slow motion. With the calm, Charlie was able to quit laughing and gain some control. How could he keep his dignity after this? We got up and left the restaurant, all somewhat embarrassed.

When we got home that night, Charlie didn’t feel well. He had a tingling sensation throughout his legs and arms. He and I both thought it was perhaps because he had been without oxygen for so long.

It was many months before Charlie felt comfortable enough to darken the door of Twisters again. We pointed out to him that fast food restaurants have a high turnover rate in employees and that probably no one would be there who would remember him. The day finally came when he was willing to go.

As we studied the menu, we noticed that there was no longer any soft serve ice cream. We asked the waitress about it. She said she didn’t know anything about it, just that the Twisters Corporation had discontinued offering it at all their restaurants a short time before.

We thought with lawsuits so prevalent nowadays that Charlie’s ordeal must have had something to do with it. But all turned out fine in the long run. As Charlie says, “A good man always comes out a-head on top.”