My weight balloons right now because I have this hypothyroid thingy and need to take a little pill that I have not–voila, an extra twenty pounds that redefines the term love handles beyond what feels comfortable. Probably the main reason why she is not calling. But, hey, you know–hope springs eternal and we spring the clocks forward a in a day or two, right? So, until then I’m stopping by Chico’s pizza for their amazing pepperoni slices served up at 131 6th Street. Beware though ’cause this strip of street hosts some of the most delectable cheap food goodies for many blocks around. I’ll run a more in depth review of the Vietnamese place a block away where Julia Child dined in 1989–true story.
After the baked extra well slice of pepperoni snowed in by hot peppers, I felt the call of a coca-cola. I don’t usually drink sodas. Please re-read the disclaimer above as to why. But sometimes when I’m in a damn-the-world-to-hell this is a rainy Friday and I’ll drink cola if I please, which might have been the situation this afternoon, I drink soda. Strolling across speeding traffic on 6th Street, I arrive to a corner store where the owner assesses me and confidently smiles once he identifies I’m not working the streets for drugs, my body, or as a cop. Trailing to the back, I find the cooler. I align myself with the glass door and slide it easy to the right.
I reach for the deep red Coca-Cola America lives by. And, then that Zeus bolt of inspiration strikes me. Dammit, I have had enough. I’m debunking da’ man right here and now. I put the soda back. I take five steps to the right and slide a different glass door. I’m going for the Stars and Stripes Cola or bust. Why drink name brand when you can mutiny with generic? I have had as much as I can take and so I’m taking a stand. My dollar is my last vote as I watch Republicans refuse to provide a government sponsored health plan for the guy sprawled on the sidewalk outside this little corner store. Instead, the conservatives fight to maintain corporate healthcare profits, so the government has to go into debt because the guy on passed out on the street will enter General Hospital a couple times a week and the hospital needs paying somehow, which spirals the national debt. Yes! Now that’s genius if I ever heard it. But I can debunk corporate profits every day.
For example, I am de-Chasing myself. Not as vulgar as it sounds, although I might have a body fetish right now because I keep talking about mine, but removing all my funds (again, sounds a touch dubious) from a national corporate bank means I can drink my Stars and Stripes generic cola, that tasted so amazingly better and not bitter because of the consciously aware purchase, in peace. In fact, I drove a few blocks down the road to fund my new financial accounts at www.newresourcebank.com Place is awesome! No cola served, but fresh water by real people who actually provide customer service. Me, I’m a patriot who respects her county by drinking stars and stripes. Join me?
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