So, we were walking along the front half of the Walmart on the North Side with our cart, finally ready to leave for the night. As we passed a banking station with FDIC advertised in bold letters on the glass, I found myself momentarily at a loss to remember what this acronym stood for, though I knew that it described the maximum amount of money that the bank will insure in your account - I remembered this much from studying the administration of President Franklin Roosevelt in U.S. History.
I jogged a bit to catch up with my mom and I asked her, "Hey, do you know what FDIC stands for?"
She turned and looked at me very seriously, then said, "F&$* dat ice cream."
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