Thursday, October 20, 2011
After a long grueling lab I decided to purchase a gallon of lovely fresh pressed apple cider.
The rich copper color of the cider and the sloshing of the spiced drink made my mouth water. Oh boy! I couldn't wait to get home and drink the deliciousness.
But as is life, things came up: the car required some nourishment, a friend needed a vent session, and my tummy reminded me of its emptiness...and my cupboards' emptiness (i.e. a Lee's run was needed). I got sidetracked.
As I made a quick list in my head of the items I required for my tummy (milk being the main one) I recalled my recently acquired refreshment. Exclaiming foolishly among thirsty roommates of my apple excitement, their departure unluckily was quicker than mine.
My cider went missing.
Frantic, I searched the back seats, the floors, my dash, under the seats, everywhere! To no avail.
With the fury of Hurricane Katrina, I informed my roommates of their eminent death. Assuring them of this I began formulating my revenge.
|It will only be returned to you with the return of love and affection...|
Forgiveness for such a despicable crime was a far away thought for me. But with every intention of coming to real feelings of forgiveness I informed the guilty party of assuredly good feelings between us once again.
|Or perhaps I should've asked for more from you. Like 'the Diamond!!'|