The Pineapple Sundae

My father went through a period of time right around the time I started driving where he had to have a Pineapple Sundae from Baskin Robbins nearly every night. Since I was driving, I was the one who had to go get it for him. Getting pre-packed vanilla ice cream, pineapple sauce, whipped cream and cherries in bulk directly from Baskin Robbins was NOT good enough. No, he insisted on having one made fresh for him every day.

I'd like to think that he was doing this so that I could get experience driving or it was to get me out of the house and away from my Model I TRS-80. But no, the only conclusion I can really come to is that he was just addicted to the sugar.

This slave abuse continued for two years. Why two years? That's how long it took until my sister was old enough to drive and it was her turn.