I spent $2 on orange juice one morning last week. In fact, I spent $2
on 12 oz. of orange juice. That’s absurd. But I woke up with a little scratch in my throat, and if the momma bear gets sick, this whole ship
is goin’ down. So I needed the orange
juice.
Needed. It.
It was a need like the need I had to get a Snickers bar out
of the vending machine while working last weekend’s consignment sale — a need
like the need I had to eat this simple and delicious pasta dinner.
