doesn’t mean that people AREN’T out to get you!
As I get older I keep noticing things that seem different from what they used to be. And I keep telling myself: Self! You’re just getting old and seeing things through the warm pink fuzzy haze of memory. You could never smoke cigarettes in bars, gas was never 19¢ a gallon, doctors never came to your house when you were sick, and women never thought it was gallant of you when you held open a car door for them. So get over it!
OK, some of those things I remember awright, but things can’t all be getting smaller, can they?
Hah! Yesterday I was in a drug store that was having a special on ice cream. There was one kind called Panda Paws which I’d never heard of but it seemed like a good bet. It had Panda in its name, and they’re cute animals, and it had chocolate. ‘Nuff said. It was wonderful. It had lots of thick, curly peels of chocolate in it and little peanut butter thingies all invitingly nestled in a rich chocolate matrix. I ate the whole thing.
As I realized to my dismay that there was no more of it my first thought was that there was some trick. There was really more ice cream, but I just couldn’t see any of it. I supported this notion with the thought, I CAN’T have eaten a whole half-gallon of ice cream. And I didn’t, but there was still no more ice cream.
There I was right. Some things HAVE gotten smaller. I looked at the contents and it said 1.5 qt.