Just Call Me Jack

I spent twenty dollars on juice. Juice!

Let me explain.

I have a cold, and I’m a mess over it. I made myself go to work Wednesday because, it’s just a cold, after all. Well, that was a mistake. I lost my voice by mid-morning, and I was slowly getting closer to the keyboard with every key stroke as I wrote pieces of a story that probably won’t make sense today.

Just before noon, I caved and asked my boss if I could go home. I had gotten a flat tire in the morning, because life can be really hilarious sometimes, so a friend from work took me home.

I napped for hours and N fed me all the things you feed people with a cold. Thursday morning I felt…still terrible, but much better than the day before. I got ready and left my apartment early to swing by a Starbucks. On the way there, I realized that I didn’t want coffee, but there was one of those fancy juicing places right next door to the Starbucks in Nichols Hills.

I walked into this sleek and clean room. There was a young woman behind the counter with long brown hair, a bright face, and a warm smile. I told her I had never been there before and that I had a cold, so that I was looking for something that might help make me feel better.

That is when everything gets a little blurry. She said a lot of fancy words about their fancy juices, and what she drinks when she isn’t feeling well. I was confused and my throat was hurting. I think all I said was– “Ok. Yes.”

She punched some numbers into the cash register and said $17.95 please. I had a twenty in my hand…and there it went.

I know cold press juices are expensive, and I was fully prepared to spend seven dollars on juice, but not all my cash. So, what in the world happened?

On my way out the door I started doing math…

The fancy juice was like eight dollars. I agreed to a morning shot of lemon, ginger, celery, and cayenne pepper– that was three bucks. Then I agreed to another bottled shot to take later in the day. The bottle is about the length of my index finger. Isn’t it cute?

Yeah. That was almost six American Dollars!

I sat in my car still wondering what the heck I had just done, and realized there was no way the clerk could be telling me the truth. She said she drinks the combo she sold me for several days in a row when she is feeling under the weather. Impossible! Unless she makes six figures, which I guess she could make based on how much they charge per drink.

I will say, everything I had was delicious, and I do feel better. That may have more to do with the DayQuil than the juice, or maybe it’s both.

There you have it. I played the title role in the modern day version of Jack and the Beanstalk. Moral of the story? I’ll buy anything if I’m hopped up on cold medicine and cough drops.

I better feel perfect tomorrow.

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Sorry, I was busy eating

I ate a breakfast taco the other day, but instead of a tortilla there was a waffle. I know right, I’m a freaking animal, but I mean, look:

Waffle Taco

I remember pretty harshly judging anyone that would eat that gross waffle taco from Taco Bell, and I stand by that– mostly because I think my food doesn’t look gross, and also, I am a horrible horrible hypocrite. The OKC food scene has been neat. I’m really digging this waffley heaven called Waffle Champion. The name is really great because it makes me feel like such a winner even though I’m eating a giant waffle taco, followed by a sweet dessert waffle, and a bottle of wine. It was brunch, after all. The restaurant sells boxed water, like water in a box, and it’s expensive. That makes me feel like I’m a budding environmentalist, without actually having to buy it. Hey, I’m not made of money. My budget is stretched pretty thin after my $140/month Crossfit membership, so I can look hot, and my waffle obsession, so I can ruin everything.

I know this probably sounds ridiculous right about now, but I haven’t spent the last couple of months just eating. I’ve done other cool things, I’m pretty sure. High fives all around, pretty faces