Things have been crazy at work, to say the least.
But today, before I went back to my millions of to-do’s after lunch, I swung by Maverik to pick up the remedy, for what I like to consider, my adorable addiction.
The girls working behind the counter sang praises as I flashed a 20 oz cup and said, “Look! I remembered to bring in the one from yesterday!”
I filleruped with 3/4 Diet Coke and 1/4 Dr. Pepper, and then got in line to pay for my soda pop.
That’s when my gal pals said, “Don’t you worry about it! This one’s on us!”
As I thanked them and told them I loved them, I walked out of the Maverik feeling triumphant. However, in all my glory this thought struck me: to them I am pretty much the equivalent of a town drunk. They can afford to give me a freebie because they know, no matter how much free liquid addiction they throw my way, I’ll always, ALWAYS be back for another.
I walked to my car, my head held not quite as high as it was before, and then I decided, “screw it” (in so many words…) and then I took a nice long sip. If this one tiny habit keeps me from turning to pot, booze, madness and the like, it’s one definitely worth keeping.
Back to work suckas. Picture me rollin’.