Our last trip to Brusters

*This story is being shared by the request of my sister. I hope you enjoy Bruster's misfortune as much as she did/does.

"Um, mom, what was that?" That was the phrase that I will never forget. To this day, whenever I hear that phrase, I get a little tear in my eye and a huge grin on my face. That was the day that I mistook the landscaped curb for a straight-away in the Bruster's drive-thru.

One Friday afternoon, I wanted to treat (myself) my kids to a delicious bowl of Bruster's ice cream. To this day, I am still unsure as to whether Bruster's was closed or they were busy with walk-up customers, but no one ever took our order. That is when things went a little awry. For those of you who vertically challenged and drive a vehicle in the sport utility family, I am sure you can completely relate, but it is (at times) difficult to see over the hood. I am really not sure why I didn't stay in the drive-thru path, but I didn't. I went straight; straight over a curb and right over 2-3 full bushes. I wish I could say the bushes went right back up into the upright position, but they didn't. They were drug, and eventually dislocated themselves from the underside of my car in the car wash parking lot I entered when I made the "skip the drive-thru" decision. All that was left was a bush stump on the landscaped curb.

Like every MOTY, it initially crossed my mind to blame the kids for distracting me. However, since I was laughing uncontrollably (because this is something my mom would have done), I opted for the "uh-oh. I never saw those bushes." explanation. I pretty much left it at that, continued through the parking lot, and drove straight to Dairy Queen.