School
is certainly in full swing. I feel so immersed in my 24 + hours of classes a
week it is as though I barely have time to breathe. I stopped by Whole Foods
between classes this afternoon to grab lunch in my twenty minutes of free time.
Naturally I went directly to the bakery to find me a cupcake. I patiently
waited for the woman in front of me to finish getting her bread. I did not
break my penetrating death stare upon the solo vegan cupcake whilst I was
frothing at the mouth. The baker asked what I wanted and before I could respond
Mrs. Bread decided to order some cupcakes. She ordered pretty much one of
everything… including the very last vegan cupcake. It was as if my world came
crashing in.
I
moped over to the deli section and selected a very boring quinoa salad and some
fresh squeezed orange juice. When I got to the check-out line I could not help
but word vomit the fact that my cupcake had been robbed from me. The man seemed
genuinely concerned that I might be a harm to myself or others based on the
events that had transpired. He told me that there was a vegan doughnut in the café
and that if I went to grab it he would buy it… long story short
I tired to decline two or three times but alas, I ended up with the free doughnut. FYI they are only $2 normally pretty sure I will be getting those from time to time... or every day |
It totally was like all my doughnut dreams came true from the other day. Anyway
the rest of my day was totally set in a positive state. Funny how a little gesture from a complete stranger made me feel spectacular. I got home from class,
cleaned out my car, cleaned out both of my closets, donated two garbage bags
full of clothes to charity, ran two huge duffle bags full of clothes to the consignment
shop, scrubbed my kitchen, reorganized all the cabinets, vacuumed, and cleaned
the bathroom… I wonder if there was crack in that doughnut??? Regardless, it feels great to be rid of clutter. Especially since Justin and I are in the studio apartment with limited space.
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