Sometimes I feel that I have no taste. I'll even go as far to admit that sometimes I am just plain trashy. It's not that my intentions are ever to act unrefined - but some things just come naturally. For example, my love of convenience store hot dogs has me eyeing every Maverick I drive by on my way to class. My indulgence in my genetic addiction to Diet Coke - shared by every cousin, aunt, and grandmother on my Dad's side. Those are just a few of my "Oslo" moments (as John and I have coined).
The odd thing is that I hadn't come to these conclusions until just yesterday. I don't know yet what was so enlightening about an act I had performed many times previous, but as I entered the Maverick I noticed something felt a little uncomfortable. I perused the isles to find a tasty treat to hold me over until classes were over and I could catch lunch. I decided a hot dog was the best of all the options provided - the ice cream was fattening, the candy sugary, and the buffalo wings trans fatty. With the right condiments my hot dog could hold all attributes from fatty to trans fatty all in one. I then noticed the music overhead whining "pour some sugar on me". I then remembered that each time I encounter a slightly trashy situation this music happens to be playing. As if choreographed in perfect harmony with the lyrics I noticed a middle-aged Calcutta cashier sporting a dyed red mullet performing the best suave move he could muster on his coworker - the 60 year old version of Barbie. I interrupted abruptly by placed my hot dog and diet coke on the counter. The cashier had difficulty scanning the item. I then exclaimed in what I've always considered a consumer's best trashy response, "that must mean it's free"! I think it was in that moment - with sugar being poured everywhere from my splenda diet coke to the lyrics to the 60 year old barbie - that I noticed how almost anything related to sugar and a convenience store (and possibly pet names) probably does not maintain the highest caliber of class. But who am I to judge?
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I love Tanya...
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