We had a steady supply of ice cream while we were in Iraq. It was a veritable buffet of sweet, cold, and creamy treats for the taking– fudgsicles, mango pops, you name it. Nutty-Buddies and Drumsticks got vacuumed up first, as you can imagine.
And then, one day, it all came to a halt. There was nothing but… Princess Bars.
Princess Bars weren’t bad, they were a sort of strawberries n’ cream concoction… they had bright pink wrappers and pictures of princesses on them; some guys weren’t going to be seen with that. Whatever– I didn’t mind being seen having a Princess Bar, but it was the only ice cream we got for almost a month. It got old real quick. It had to be a diabolical plot, right?
Yeah, I know– first world problems, huh?