So, I’ve been craving ice.
Ice. – The solid form of water that’s been frozen. Of all things I could crave, I choose the one thing with zero flavor. But there’s something about that cold crunchiness that I’m loving lately.
So, yesterday, I went to the university student center to grab a large cup of ice. A 40 cent cup of happiness.
But then, like a light shining down from above, I see a beautiful new machine. It’s shiny. It’s the kind of machine that makes you want what ever is in it just because it’s cool. So, I read it. AND OH MY GOODNESS!
The word “FREAL” pops out at me and I nearly melt into the floor. If ever there were a brand to suit my weirdness, this is it.
And the best part? It’s a milkshake machine. And a smoothie machine. Together. Living in perfect harmony. Both of which are cold treats destined to make any 8 month pregnant girl swoon.
I need a smoothie. You know, to go along with my ice. So I put a cup under the machine and smile really big, ready for goodness to pour out. I begin searching for the button. Only…there isn’t one.
Suddenly, my smile droops and I look around to see if anyone’s watching me. Good thing was, I was in the clear. I search the side. I search the other side. No buttons. I look around again. Because, who wants to be that girl with a basketball sized belly, a cup full of ice and trying to work the milkshake machine? I stand there, contemplating. How in the world does this thing work? Someone else comes up to the drink machine next to me and I pretend I’m taking a long time deciding what I want. But by the time he leaves, I’m still staring at this machine trying to find a button. I look under it. Nope. No regular drink pushy thingie that disperses goodness either. I look around again. I figure I better get out while I can. So I put a few more cubes of ice in my cup of ice and pretend like the whole thing never happened.
A friend calls yesterday afternoon. I say, “Hey, have you seen the new milkshake machine in the student center? We should go get one together tomorrow!” AKA– if we go together, I’ll let you get yours first and watch how it works. ”WHAT?!” She says, “I’ve got to go get a look at it!”
I see her later. “DId you check out the machine?!” “YES!” — she says, just as enthusiastic about it being there as I am. I decide to confess to her. ”I couldn’t figure out how to work it.” “Oh, well, it’s just a touch screen, we’ll go get one tomorrow.”
At 24 I’ve officially been outsmarted by a drink machine. But I fully intend to enjoy a nice big smoothie today.
