...we all scream for ice cream. Remember that from your childhood?
Somewhere in time near my first exposure to that old saying, an actual ice cream incident occurred that has been repeated endlessly in my family. If my sister and I hadn't lived so far apart geographically for so many years, the details as to who did what to whom may not have been blurred. Somebody would have corrected the story soon after its first mistelling. Now, though, through many repetitions by each of us to our own respective audiences, the truth has been corrupted. My memory is that I was the outraged party, and my sister is equally adamant that she was the offended victim. Either way is a distinct possibility.
A little backstory: In the 1950s a nickel would buy a single-dip ice cream cone. With a dime, one could buy a double-dip cone or two single-dip ones. One block from our house was a drugstore/soda fountain, and in the summertime we wore out the sidewalk between there and home.
Okay, to continue with my story, on the day in question only one of us went to the drugstore. The other one stayed home and waited. My sister's theory is that because I'm four years older than she, it's obvious that I'm the one who would have walked to the drugstore to buy ice cream cones for both of us while she, the younger innocent one, stayed home and waited. My theory is that she was most certainly old enough to have been the one to run that particular errand, because both of us walked past that drugstore every school day from first grade on, and she was ten and a half years old when we moved away, for God's sake.
There's no way at this late date to prove whose memory is correct on that one issue, but as for the rest of the details, we're right in line. We both agree that the walking sister started out to the drugstore with two dimes. We both agree that approximately fifteen minutes later the walking sister came home empty-handed except for one double-dip ice cream cone, which she was licking enthusiastically. We also agree on the exact words of our ensuing conversation:
Waiting sister: "Where's my ice cream cone?"
Walking sister: "I lost your dime."