It took an hour to get home from work tonight. 795 was a fucking parking lot, and so I went down to Liberty Road.
I hate Liberty Road.
Bumper to bumper. Stoplights. Stupid drivers pulling out into traffic.
I saw a 7-11. After an hour on the road, I thought I deserved a Slurpee.
I grabbed a cup. I affixed the lid.
I turned the knob.
And what came out?
I turned the knob. Shut off the flow. I looked around.
And then I filled the cup. All the way to the top.
Pure! Slurpee! Syrup!
One observation. Pure Slurpee syrup burns as it goes down.
I wonder what it would be like, if mixed with vodka.