Casey Kasem spoke: And now for our long distance dedication. It is from a man to his new bride about the cost of living, pumpkin ice cream and an incident that we can all enjoy and learn from if we are newly married, like ice cream, love pumpkins, or just hate the cost of living... He writes
Dear Casey, I am recently happily married. However before I was married I lived a very sheltered life with my mommy and daddy in their home and under their lock and key. I was living in the womb for the first quarter century of my life..As far as I knew, the laundry once placed in the hamper was magically cleaned by the next morning, and food seemed to replenish and multiply by itself in the fridge or pantry. Mommy did all the shopping and cleaning, and daddy did all the work around the house. This allowed me free time to learn about sports, watch sports on TV, and hone my sport talking skills until they were mad good.
Sadly however, that all ended after I got married. Since my wife worked like I do, I found myself coming home to empty food banks and dirty laundry. Try as I might to blink like Jeannie, the food never appeared like it did at my parents house, and the laundry never cleaned itself..I was hitting a low point in my life..or at least I thought..That brings me to the incident..
It was perhaps the coldest night of the winter season. The wind chill brought the temps down to a remarkable -20 degrees. I warmed the car up and my wife and I drove off to the grocery store to stock the house. Shopping was going on as it normally did until we hit the taxable merchandise section of the store..My wife began picking up strange products that I have never purchased in my life..Things like hair products, lotion, deodorant, makeup, PRODUCTS that men do not use, hair spray etc... As she tossed each item into the cart I immediately picked each item up, held it to the light and began to add up this insane wallet killing spree.. I added up each item in my head and began to realize we were hitting my ceiling trigger of spending..I inquired if it was items that we really needed. With each question I asked I got the affirmative response that I did not want to hear. I began to sweat. The spree continued. It was not stopping, it would never stop..But I knew it was up to me to make it stop..We then turned our carts to the left and headed into the frozen food section. Although chilled from the frightful weather outside, her face lit up and the area grew warm. She turned to me and screamed..Edy's Pumpkin Ice Cream..I LOVE PUMPKIN ICE CREAM..Its only out for a limited time. As fragile as the dew on a leaf in the morning of a heat wave..We have to get this...there is only one left...She extended her frozen little hands and arms into the ice coffin and pulled out the last gallon..she hugged it, kissed it, and then softly placed it in the top part of the cart. The part where you put your kid if you have one, or place your fragile purchases like eggs and grapes. We began to move on but I told her that I had to get something out of my shoe. She smiled and moved to the next aisle..I began to adjust my shoe but when she disappeared, I wiped the frost off the door and read aloud the price of the Pumpkin Ice Cream. $6.79 a gallon..WHAT WHAT....I was in a panic. What to do what to do.. I decided to not say anything and just go with the flow..Or at least that is what I wanted everyone to believe. Now it was time to go...We unpacked the 5 carts we had, and paid our bill. We braved into that dark cold night and made our way home.
Once home we began to unpack the groceries..My wife was excited to have a bowl of her pumpkin ice cream. Little did she know. Once all the groceries were unpacked she asked if I put the ice cream away..I said no I thought you did..She frantically checked the freezer, and all the empty bags on the counter and floor..No pumpkin ice cream. Where is it she asked? I said I do not know...and as the next words slipped from my mouth, I saw my world begin to shrink...Why not check the car, maybe it fell out..But it is cold outside, can you go check? No, its not my expensive ice cream..So she began to put on her cold weather gear..She headed out into the dark and cold...My mind began to race..What have I done...What do I say...When she was packing the bags and not looking at me unload the cart, she did not see me hide the ice cream under the belt over hang where they put the hand baskets...I hated the expensive ice cream so much I did not even care if it melted and spoiled. She came back in..short of breath from the cold from being out there for so long searching for ice cream that would never be found..she was frantic...She asked me what happened to it..I told her I did not know..Lets check the receipt to see if they rang it up..They did not, I knew that. I never let on..I showed her that it was never rung up and blamed the woman who rang us out as an incompetent boob. She was sad but I felt I won a victory for every man out there..My plan had worked.
But Casey, it has begun to bother me over the past year and I need to let her know that I am very very sorry..I am praying that one of your listeners hears my pain, goes out and buys Edy's Pumpkin slow churned ice cream for 6.79 and lay it on my door step, to right the wrong I have perpetrated. Casey, can you play Drown, by the Smashing Pumpkins to let her know that I am drowning in guilt over what I have done.