Ah, summer break! A time for beaches, for pool parties, for vacations... and for ice cream.
I was sitting near the window with my father as we enjoyed our little cups of perfection in the nearest Coldstone Creamery. The not-quite numbing coffee ice cream and crunchy Heath bar crumbs and pecans kept my mind and mouth very busy, so there was very little conversation.
As I stared out of the window to my side, I saw a blind man cross the road to a ultramarine blue car, his stick tap-tap-tapping against the tar as he walked. A man and woman, who had come out with him, unlocked the car, and the three prepared to head off.
As they stood by, a gleaming white Ford Mustang rolled in, stopping briefly in front of the creamery before rolling along to find an empty parking spot.
Just your everyday parking lot scene.
But the reason the moment stuck out to me was the sheer irony of the incident. A beautiful, highly-acclaimed car passing in front of a blind man. The poor guy would never be able to even know what it looked like, and was far away from driving a Mustang.
The obvious contrast of the scene made me smile sadly (and made my father look at me like I was half mad).
It's moments like these which really drive home just how unfair life is.
But we keep living anyway.
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