Writer’s Workshop: My Parents Met At Dairy Queen

February 27, 2013 · 40 comments

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5.) How your parents met…

My parents met at Dairy Queen. My Mom worked at the local restaurant when she was a teenager and my Dad frequented the hot spot. I don’t know when burger joints and diners and seeing everyone you knew when you popped in for a milkshake stopped being a common occurrence, but I have to say I feel like I missed something special. I imagine it was exactly like the movie Grease…letterman jackets, fancy glasses, side burns, and a jukebox. What more could you ask for?

While my Mom was working one evening my Dad approached her about a sign they had hanging in the window. He had a girlfriend who collected posters (of ice cream cones apparently) and he wanted to surprise her with one. I imagine it looked something like this:

vintage dairy queen poster

Mom drove a hard bargain and sold the sign to the young fellow for 25 cents.

When Dad returned the following day he overheard the day manager complaining about the missing poster. The manager was upset that someone would just give the poster away and said when he found out who did it, he would fire her. Dad was not about to cost this (striking) young lady her job! When he saw my Grandma pull into the parking lot to drop my Mom off for work, he rushed out to meet her and WARN her!

Mom wrote up a receipt for the poster proving she did not simply GIVE the poster away, but that she sold it for an incredible profit and therefore was able to keep her job.

I don’t know what was happening with Dad and his poster-loving girlfriend, but he was spending his evenings at Dairy Queen making sure my Mom still had her job. He was deeply concerned and felt terrible for the trouble he had caused and I guess double checking that everything was okay…every night…was just the reassurance he needed to know that everything was going to be okay.

And then he broke up with his poster-loving-girlfriend.

And then one night he overheard Mom arranging a ride home with a co-worker so he piped right in and offered to take her home. Mom must have been quite comfortable with him at this point (what with all the burger eating and poster buying), so she happily accepted. One ride turned into two and two into three and before you knew it, Dad was driving Mom home fairly frequently.

On one particular ride home he pretended to run out of gas, Mom suggested they walk to a home nearby where they could see a man working in his garage but Dad insisted they stayed put. Perhaps if they waited awhile (alone in the dark), the gas that had evaporated to the sides of his tank would somehow collect back into the tank and allow his car to run. Sure enough, after a bit of talking Dad was able to get his car moving down the dark street a bit (away from the man tinkering in the garage), but only managed to get a few blocks before he ran out of gas again.

It was here that he was finally able to sweet talk a first kiss out of my composed (but giddy) mother and the rest is history.

His poster loving ex-girlfriend walked away with a 25 cent sign, but my Mom got the guy!

12 years later they had six kids and boy are we glad he picked her. God knows what kind of home decor we would have been exposed to with the poster-loving girlfriend as our mother.


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Gretchen February 27, 2013 at 11:49 pm

I love that your mom just sold a poster that didn’t really belong to her! What a terrific story! I love the picture with the baby – is that you?

Mama Kat February 28, 2013 at 7:54 pm

I was thinking the same thing! How did you have any authority to sell a poster? It was probably advertising a special or something…that’ll be 25 cents kind sir! wtf

Paula Kiger February 28, 2013 at 2:42 am

Great how we met story. :-)

Sue February 28, 2013 at 3:23 am

Kat, this was darling. Abso-freakin-lutely darling. My favorite details? The science of running out of gas and the poster-loving girlfriend. Priceless.

Mama Kat February 28, 2013 at 8:03 pm

The old “I ran out of gas, now kiss me” gag…boy if I had a dollar for every boy who pulled that on me! …I’d still be poor, but still! Very clever!

Katie February 28, 2013 at 3:29 am

What a great meet! Our spot growing up was Bob’s Big Boy and crusing through the drive=in.

the princess blogger February 28, 2013 at 4:29 am

Oh I love it! Your dad was quite the smooth operator!

Frelle February 28, 2013 at 4:41 am

what a fun story!!! My parents met at Ft Holabird in Maryland, when my dad was in the Army. I don’t know that Ive ever asked about the specifics of the story, and I think I will, now that you’ve written about your parents!

Mama Kat February 28, 2013 at 8:07 pm

I actually called my mom for the details so that I wouldn’t mess any of it up and I’m glad I did. This will be fun to look back on with the kids someday!

Stacey February 28, 2013 at 4:42 am

Such a great story! It’s funny sometimes how some couples come to be together.

Mama Kat February 28, 2013 at 8:07 pm

I agree! Isn’t it crazy that you can literally be standing anywhere and just bam…run into your future husband.

NatteringNic February 28, 2013 at 5:05 am

Your parent’s “How We Met” story is so sweet. (No pun intended). Thank you for sharing. :)

Mardare February 27, 2014 at 9:50 am

Ella, this is awesome. I heard about a suargcil reconstruction teams going to Africa to work on cleft palates. I think being on a reconstruction team would be fun and rewarding. Seeing the before and after product. This would be a rewarding work environment.

Tiffany February 28, 2013 at 5:10 am

That is the sweetest story ever!!! So many little things…like wanting to buy a poster…that leads to an amazing life. Love it!

The Mommy Mambo February 28, 2013 at 5:21 am

Awww, how soft and creamy and served on a cone! A blizzard of love. A dip in fate. A love to stand the frost bite of time ;)

Mama Kat February 28, 2013 at 8:10 pm

I think my Mom will particularly enjoy this comment. Hahaha!

Lisa February 28, 2013 at 5:56 am

That is so sweet!

TheKitchWitch February 28, 2013 at 5:58 am

That’s one of the cutest “meet” stories I’ve ever heard! Love the graphics, too!

Mama Melch February 28, 2013 at 6:18 am

What a great story. I wonder if the poster lover still has the life changing one in her inventory. Surely some Pickers would come and purchase it from her…maybe your mother.

Mama Kat February 28, 2013 at 8:13 pm

I think that gal wound up really regretting letting my Dad out of her clutches. As well she should have. ;)

No Excuses February 28, 2013 at 6:36 am


Love your story! Love Dairy Queen, too! Thanks for sharing! I accidentally posted twice. Would you please remove one so that I don’t look so dorky? Thanks!

Mama Kat February 28, 2013 at 8:14 pm

Done! and thank you!

Jennifer February 28, 2013 at 6:45 am

I love this story, and I love your mom. From what you’ve written about her, she must be an amazingly strong woman.

Mama Kat February 28, 2013 at 8:20 pm

That’s my Mom! :)

Connie Weiss February 28, 2013 at 7:41 am

What a sweet story!

Jean February 28, 2013 at 9:24 am

Kat – Love that story and that mom let you share it. Brought back many memories of my days working at DQ when Ben was a baby. No romance stories to tell from it, but I could tell you about a biker gang that came through one night! LOL

Mama Kat February 28, 2013 at 8:22 pm

You too? Boy Dairy Queen was a happening place!!

Jen February 28, 2013 at 11:31 am

Aw, that is the sweetest story ever.

Diane@BeStillaMinute February 28, 2013 at 1:40 pm

I’ve always loved “how we met” stories and this is most definitely one of the best ones I’ve ever heard!

Suzanne McClendon February 28, 2013 at 4:01 pm

I enjoyed reading the story of how your parents met. My parents met in the parking lot of the Homeland Park Supermarket, but that is all that I know about their meeting.

Have a great weekend!

Elizabeth February 28, 2013 at 5:12 pm

This is funny, my parents met at Dairy Queen too! My mom hung out there “watching the lights on the poles” as they called it… and my dad was cruising the beach one night and noticed her…the rest, as they say, is history. Great story!

Mama Kat February 28, 2013 at 8:27 pm

No way!! If Dairy Queen only knew the love they fostered at their restaurants! I love it!!

Adrienne February 28, 2013 at 6:09 pm

This is the best story ever. What a tribute to the two of them. Seriously, I don’t know if I watched Grease too many times, but living in the 50′s would be a dream come true. (I loved that movie!) I wish things were as simple and sweet as this love story. Thanks for sharing it with us!

Shay February 28, 2013 at 9:37 pm

I found you via Scary Mommy comments, and I LOVE the blog! New follower over here!

Shay February 28, 2013 at 9:38 pm

Oh, and by the way–my parents lived across the street from each other growing up. Such a sweet story…until Mom cheated and they divorced 16 years into their marriage. But–happy ending! They are still the best of friends and do it every once in awhile. Was that too much? Was it? :)

Mama Kat February 28, 2013 at 10:26 pm

Aw, don’t you hate it when great love stories take a sad turn? My Dad ended up dying when I was 7, but I thought including that part in the post might have put a damper on what a nice story it is.

Glad you’re a fellow Scary Mommy fan…isn’t she a crack up!?!

Shay March 1, 2013 at 6:40 am

I’m really sorry about your dad!

My parent’s divorce was sad for awhile, but it really brought out the strong, silly personalities in all of us. We truly do all hang out all the time. They’re still the best of friends and crack jokes on each other and with us constantly. It made us all a bit stronger and able to handle most things in life with a smile or an awful, crass joke–thus my blog. :)

And that Scary Mommy–you gotta love her.

I’m so looking forward to following your posts!

Shay March 1, 2013 at 6:42 am


I can’t stand grammatical errors. :) I mean, I’m not trolling other peoples’ work looking for them, but I hate it if I make one and miss it!

Alisha February 28, 2013 at 10:16 pm

Great post. I love it! I love Dairy Queen too ;)

Marie March 1, 2013 at 4:35 pm

Pretty much love this! You’re a blessed gal.

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