When did I stop having fun?

I might have mentioned this on facebook earlier this week... I was on my way home from work one evening and was at a stop light. I looked to my right and there was this guy, probably in his 40's, sitting in his blue Tahoe and eating a chocolate dipped ice cream bar. My first thought was just general amusement. My second thought was, "I want that, why am I not doing that?" It was just a weird week for me. I had just read David Foster Wallace's Kenyon College Commencement, and it got me thinking. This man's action in relative to me was a fleeting moment of amusement. What led him to the conclusion to procure an ice cream bar to be what appears to be an after-work snack.

To each their own.