This past weekend, I was craving a smoothie in a really profound way. Sometimes I get very specific food urges that must be heeded immediately; for example, a couple weeks ago I said to my boyfriend, “I think I’m really depressed because I haven’t been eating enough beets!” so obviously we had roasted beets for dinner and I instantly felt much better emotionally.
So anyway, I really wanted a smoothie. And I didn’t even want to make my own smoothie using the fruits and veggies in my fridge — I specifically wanted to pay someone else to make me a giant smoothie. On Sunday, I couldn’t take it anymore, so I stopped into a local Smoothie King (Why not? I thought. This place is the king of smoothies!) and started perusing the large, confusing menu. A young woman appeared at the counter, sighed, and said, “Ready to order?” in a tone that indicated I was taking way too long. There was no one in line behind me and the menu took up an entire wall and included a number of made-up words, so I smiled and told her I needed a bit more time, thanks.
This is when she rolled her eyes at me, left the counter, and went to talk to a guy in the lobby. Keep reading »