In 1931 a crooner named Val Rosing was singing about a woman driving him crazy.
Seems things haven’t changed much in 2025
with men and women still being driven crazy
when heart-wounded by Cupid or love-bitten by the love bug.
I was almost that way six full moons ago when a
buxom, pretty woman in her fifties, a goddess in
the chips and crackers aisle, at Lawndale Ave Harris Teeter grocery store for a moment batted her big blue eyes at me.
I wistfully thought to myself today my stars must be
aligned so perfectly that this is my decades awaited
one and only soulmate here for me.
In that moment I spied Cupid drawing back his bow
and aiming it at my hopeful, beating heart.
I sensed the invisible love bug about to bite me,
and I knew destiny and the fates had surely brought the
goddess in the chips and crackers aisle to me
until the goddess batted her eyes at another man
and I thought to myself, already she’s cheating on me?
Then I thought that’s it we’re through. I wheeled my noisy grocery cart, clickity-clack, around and headed toward the ice cream aisle.
I loaded up the cart with enough Haagen-Daz Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough ice cream to gorge myself on for weeks.
I drove home and home and devoured a truck-load of
the Haagan-Daz and cured myself of the grocery store
amor craziness because it’s hard to be unhappy or broken hearted when eating the delicious, the magnificent, the incomparable Haagan-Daz Chocolate Cookie Dough ice cream, which for me is like an ultimate panacea that can heal almost any affliction and maybe even raise the dead.
Bob Boyd
