“There’s a Dairy Queen. Want to go there for dessert?”
“Okay.” She sounded pleased.
He’d been joking but he made the right turn, found parking, and they went inside. It’d been a long time since they’d been in a DQ, and the menu was different from those days, requiring a study of offering, ingredients, and calories. Finally choices were made. “Do most people take a long time like I did?” he asked the young cashier.
She smiled. “Yes, most do.”
His wife said, “We used to go to the Dairy Queen when we were dating. Not this one, but I mean, another Dairy Queen. It was the only place around.”
“That was literally almost fifty years ago,” he said. He and his wife laughed.
The cashier smiled. “Your orders will be up in a moment.”