When I was 17, I sold ice cream from a bicycle unit, for a company called Dickie Dee Ice Cream. I travelled many miles each day to different neighbourhoods, selling different types of ice cream treats. Some neighbourhoods were profitable and some not so profitable.
On one sunny day, more like the evening, I went to a dead end street, ringing bells on my bicycle to attract attention and business, but no one seemed to be interested. As I was leaving the street, I someone came running out of the last house and called me back. So, I turned my bike around and rode back toward the house, looking forward to doing some business. The boy met me at the side of the road and asked for an ice cream, so I picked it out and handed it to him. He then said that he was going to go and get his friend and he would pay for the ice cream. I said ok. Well his friend came out and got his treat, but also didn't have any money but would send it out with the next guy. So the next guy came out and asked for his treat, but I was a little more concerned about the money and asked if he would pay up first. He said he would but wanted the ice cream first. After talking about it several times, I gave in a gave him the ice cream. He then said that someone else was going to pay for it and returned to the house. I waited for a few minutes and no one came out of the house. Well, I thought it over for a few minutes and decided that going after the money wasn't worth it as the kids were bigger than me and I would be looking for trouble. So I left.
This was a bizarro experience because many years later, my sister's husband explained that he was one of those kids that stole the ice cream from me. And looking back, I would say that he is an improved person...probably because he married my sister!
Explain an experience have you had that seems bizarro to you?
