2:55 pm. The halls are suddenly filled with a steady stream of humanity all headed for the lobby. It's almost as mad a rush as the hallways of elementary schools at the last bell on the last day of school. ("Almost" - the operative word in that sentence.)
2:59 pm. The line extends around the corner. Impatient people wait.
3:00 pm. The lights go on! "Chocolate for you today, Millie?" "Hi there Mary Alice. Cone or no cone?" "Harry, if you try to get away again, I'm not going to save you anymore strawberry flavor!"
Yep, it's ice cream time at the nursing home rehab center.
I'm on a diet so I didn't partake in any of these frozen delicacies.
Mom: "I feel guilty eating ice cream and you're not."
Michael: "What's guilty mean?"
Me: "It means that you feel like you did something wrong."
Michael: "Well, I don't feel guilty."
