Ya know... somethings never change

I'm glad that somethings never change. it's a kind of comfort i guess.

Like having a late night craving for some ice cream. (In the winter yet!) i can't say its the habit which makes me most proud, but why be ashamed of it? it'll always come back every now and then. somethings just never change.

Like Ice cream ya know. Ever since they invented this magical stuff all those years ago, it's basically the same idea. Sure they've come up with a coupla new flavors since, but a good ole' scoop of vanilla still hasn't gone outa style.

Anyway, back to the present. I walk into the ice cream store and this guy's behind the counter. It blows my mind to think who long this guy's been working in the same store. As I look around the store, I realize that not much has changed in the store either. Just a little grayer perhaps, like Charlie (I don't even actually know his real name)
This guy's seen my whole life evolve (my WHOLE life. I've been there so often at every stage of it). He's been there as long as I can remember. How can I describe him? If he wasn't black I'd say he looks like the guy who looks like everybody's uncle.
As I hand him a five dollar bill I say "Ya know, I remember you here when i couldn't reach the counter.." He smiles and sighs as he hands me my change "yeah I know... I know.."
I glance at my change, two dollars! TWO DOLLARS!! I guess some things do change..