But why should that mean that 7-11 Coke slurpees are off limits?
Yesterday, Ben and I headed out for a walk. I stopped in at the corner store to get a coke "froster" (ie. slurpee but more ghetto). Seems reasonable... sure. However, I had a pre-teen boy open the door for me... (very sweet, I might add)... and then I ended up beating his slow butt to the drink froster area. (it's every man/woman for themselves!) I filled up my drink in record time and sprinted over to the cash (banging the stroller into the chocolate bar stand... dumb). The kid looks at me... like, 'are you seriously buying one of those for yourself?' (yes, duh). The cashier then asks if we're "paying together". Haha... nope, he's not my kid. I have my own, thank you very much. Sigh. I enjoyed my coke froster in peace... while Ben drank his milk from his sippy cup. Everything was right in the world again.
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