There's a phenomenon happening in south Tulsa.
And it's called Josh's Sno Shack.
I wrote about it last summer, and while the long lines to get what seemed like a simple cup of syrup-sweetened shaved ice confounded me then, they totally impress me now.
Last Friday the Josh's Sno Shack location at 91st and Memorial opened its door-ish for the first time this season with the promise of a free Josh's t-shirt for the first 50 customers.
Holly Wall and I were like, whatever, we're totally going to get a Josh's shirt. So we took our sweet time getting there, and we rolled up at about 15 minutes past 12.
Needless to say, we didn't get t-shirts. We heard kids had been lined up at Josh's since 9:30 that morning. But we did get to see News on Six anchor LeeAnn Taylor.
Or at least someone who looks like her. A lot.
Also, I got to fall down in the wet grass, drop my kid and nearly ruin my favorite pair of jeans in front of this line of obviously hip teenagers, all because of this giant, gaping, grass-disguised hole in the ground. I had flashbacks from the time I fell down the stairs at Discoveryland - you know, that place out past Sand Springs where Oklahoma! plays during the summer each year. At least this time I was carrying a kid who knows a thing or two about how to land properly. At Discoveryland, it was three bowls of ice cream. With chocolate syrup. Of course, I was there with a girl from school, and she didn't let me live it down until she transferred to another school and I never saw her again.
But I'm over it. Really.
Hey, Spring? I know all the weatherdudes said you started March 20, but they didn't know what they were talking about. We all know you don't officially get started until Josh's Sno Shack opens.
Never mind that these kids, none of whom looked a day over 16, weren't in school. Because there was school last Friday, right? Yeah. I'm pretty sure school was totally in session.
But whatever. When Josh's opens, it's practically a city-wide holiday. Everyone should get the day off.
By that I mean, everyone should get the day off but not go to Josh's until Holly and I get our dag nabbed t-shirts.
We're still sad about it. Never mind that we're well within our rights to buy a Josh's t-shirt. We wanted a free one. It'd be like snagging pre-release tickets to our favorite concert or, even better for girls like Holly and me, a pre-release hardback copy of the newest book from our favorite authors, autographed with a warm, thoughtful message.
You'd better watch out, Josh's, because next year, it's gonna happen for us. Just go ahead and get those t-shirts ready. If you could sign them, I might fall down and skin my knee in front of your sno shack and all of your hip sno shack customers again.
Free entertainment for you, bragging rights for me. It's a win-win, really.