Remarkably, it proceeded to park a mere twenty metres from my doorstep. "IT'S A SIGN!", my febrile mind deduced, and without another thought I grabbed some coins, thongs and my phone, aimed myself at the front door and lurched through it.
After the children in front of me had bought their ice creams, I stepped up and asked for a cone dipped in chocolate and nuts. The ice cream man cast his eyes down at my pajama pants and raised his eyebrows. When I explained that I was home from work sick, he not only wished me a speedy recovery but also added a flake to my ice cream cone FOR FREE.
Best sick day EVER.