12 PM: This lunch is crap; I’m going to get a milkshake this afternoon.
2:55 PM: I’ll type that contract when I get back. It’s milkshake time.
3:05 PM: “Chocolate Milkshake, please!”
“Small or Large?” Um…small is probably the better choice. But small seems so…small. Is large too much? Ah, well. “Large!” Treat yo self!
“Whipped cream? Cherry? Name for your order?” Why are you still asking questions? Just take my money and give me my milkshake.
3:07 PM: YASS, MILKSHAKE!
3:11 PM: Holy crap, why did I get a large?
3:15 PM: How have I already enjoyed half of this exceptionally large milkshake before I’ve made it the short walk back to the office? *shrug*
3:55 PM: How is there still so much milkshake left? It’s like Mary Poppins’s magic Chick-Fil-A cup.
4:07 PM: Large milkshake…I’m a donkey, there’s no way I’m finishing this.
4:10 PM: I think I might explode. Milkshake everywhere.
That would be pretty funny, though. Spontaneous milkshake combustion.
Ah, it hurts to laugh.
4:15 PM: WHYYY?? I don’t ever want a milkshake again.