She described a potential solution further,
“One idea was to find someone who could donate an icee machine or something like that.”
Now that’s a request I don’t get every day. At first, I thought that maybe in her haste to find a fix, she had misspelled “ice machine.” Nope, she was on a mission to find an Icee machine. You know – the slushee, icee, slurpee type device that creates the frozen treat that causes the ultimate brain freeze. Every. Single. Time.
After clarifying what was needed, I reached out to a few contacts who seemed like the logical choice, knowing full well that finding an oasis amidst this crisis was a long-shot. I went to bed that evening continuing to wrack my brain for ideas.Yet, images of hospital personnel sweating in hazmat suits did not allow for the best night’s sleep.
Apparently, I did fall asleep as I was awakened by a 6:17 am text from Yvette Parker, marketing manager at Ben E. Keith Foods. Amazingly, the text read: “Yes, we have one they can borrow.” And less than four hours later, the wonderful, amazing heroes at UAMS had their own private slushee bar!