okay. I get it. thing by thing.
I work at an ice cream shop.
This woman comes in every day and orders a Strawberry frappe but doesnt drink it (this sounds like it's going to be a math problem). She told me yesterday (I didn't ask) that her husand is dying from a brain tumor and only wants and only eats strawberry frappes.
wow, that is all he is choosing to fuel his body. and. and I am making it.
I mean food is being poured into his vains probably but a strawberry frappe a day is HIS choice.
The woman didn't come for one today.
It was such a bad day today. I worked in the flower/barn part of Country Brook Farms all morning. people were buying flowers and trees and mulch every second no spare time. I didnt get a lunch. I had to work the ice cream shop until 9:30 that night. that is how it has been EVERY day for the past two weeks. except today was the day before mothers day so it was extra crazy.
Before I counted out the draw and shut off the lights I made myself a strawberry frappe.
I felt so fucking good after.
that woman's husband has the right idea.
I think that is more of how I would like a livejournal entry to be. :)
-Casey