A Job to be Done

There never seems to be any thing good for women any more. Everything seems to be for men and never for women and it just is not fair. I wanted to buy a motorcycle but the company I went to said they could not sell motorcycles for women as it was dangerous. How offensive! So, Then I decided if I could not have a motorcycle I would try get a new car but again they would not give me a car because I was a woman. I was deeply annoyed. How could people get away with treating a woman like this. It was simply wrong! I wanted a motorcycle or a new car because I was absolutely sick of getting the bus or riding my bike everywhere. I really did hate it. I wanted to drive down the motorway in the comfort of my new car and blast some music tunes out of the stereo or listen to some good DJ on the radio. Was this too much to ask? No. But, because I was a woman nobody would give me what I desired. I may as well just get a skiphire. Was this all I was good for?

I decided to comfort myself with a pint tub of ice cream. Yes, ice cream was the solution to all problems, no matter how big or small. Chocolate, strawberry, vanilla, cookie dough, whatever flavour it was, it was the greatest comfort ever. I just loved ice cream and I dreamt of having a summer job working in an ice cream van. I wanted to be surrounded by the delicious smell of soft whipped ice cream and be able to feel the ice cold temperatures of frozen ice slush. I wanted to be able to sneak a bite of a bit of chocolate flake and treat myself to a refreshing ice cold drink whenever I felt a little thirsty. It would be the perfect job for me during the summer. I just wished I had a job. It was so hard finding a job in the current economic climate. I knew I wanted ice cream.