My wife and I are vacationing in beautiful Cabo San Lucas Mexico this week. So far we have had a very relaxing time with the ocean just 100 meters from our balconey. One surprising thing however is the seeming scarcity of Ice Cream in this sunny locale. Because we don't have a rental car we stopped at the grocery store on Sunday knowing that we would need a taxi to take us back to our resort. We made this our last stop because we knew we would have ice cream that we would have to put back in our freezer right away. Imagine my surprise when the grocery store didn't have any! I was dumbfounded. How could I go through a whole week of vacation without Ice Cream? Over night I lamented the fact that we didn't get to the new Wal-Mart that had been built here recently. Surely Wal Mart would have Ice Cream I thought. I determined that I had to get there to get some of the beloved creamy delicacy that makes every vacation better. The next day I would go on mission.
I awoke early yesterday morning, wondering if Wal-Mart would be open at 7 or 8. I decided I would shoot for 8 o'clock, thinking that if it was 7 I was fine, and if it was later, it might be too hot for me to make it there and back before dying of heatstroke anyway. I left at 7:45. On the way out I asked the guys at the resort "how far is Wal-Mart?" They said 3 miles if I was running and then they added "it's only 5 minutes by car". I was off up the hill to the main road. I was feeling strong but had little thought then of how long a mission this would end up being. I passed two other little grocery stores on the way, but neither of them had the half - gallon size and I was worried about how cold they might be as well. I ventured on in search of Wal Mart. I avoided one stray dog and sporadic sidewalks on the busy thoroughfare. The store was further than I thought, but finally I made it to Wal-Mart at about 8:30. I chose a half gallon of Ice-Cream that was furthest in the back of the case and headed off to the checkout.
I was now on the clock.
The lady in front of me obviously didn't know that I still had 3 miles to run with my Ice Cream. I left abruptly after paying and then walked a bit, concerned that the police who were keeping watch outside the store might think something strange was up if they saw middle aged man run out of Wal-Mart with Ice Cream tucked under his arm like a football. They didn't suspect anything. I hoofed it past the country club and another stray dog came by to see what was up. He barked at me, but I didn't have any time to be scared or worried like I usually would have been. I was on mission, sorry dog. I zipped by another policeman who had stopped a motorist but he didn't seem to care much about me either. I worked hard to keep the Ice Cream away from my body so as to have the cool breeze keep it cool. When I finally made it back to the resort almost 2 hours after I had left, the guys at the resort just waved and said "running man". I could still hear them saying "Wal-Mart, just 5 minutes by car".