dont drink the juice

samantha - waverly, Tennessee
Entered on December 10, 2008
Age Group: 18 - 30
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Karma, one of the last things I ever thought someone I loathed could teach me about. One day over the summer, an ex and I decided to cruise down the isles in wall-mart. As we were making empty small talk he said “We should get some juice.” We made a sharp left turn into an isle and he asked me what juice I liked. I didn’t really want any so I said “I don’t think I want any so you choose.” That’s when he picked up a very large jug of green liquid that’s label read, Baja Punch. He opened it and took a swig, made a funny face, and told me to try some. When I refused, he put the lid back on, and to my surprise he put it back on the shelf! I told him he shouldn’t have done what he did. What if someone were to buy that? He replied with sarcasm saying “well then it’s their own fault!” We walked around for a bit longer, and I suggested we go get something to eat. I tried to think of something cheap that we could both agree on. We decided on taco bell and went through the drive through. It was a nice day, so we went to a nearby park to eat. We both sat down and talked as we ate our tacos. Suddenly he looked went silent and looked up at me horrified. I asked what was the matter? He showed me his half eaten taco. When I confirmed what I believed to be a loogie inside, he gagged. That’s when I smugly said “well next time, don’t drink the juice.”

So in life I have learned that if you’re not willing to pay the $1.98 for the gallon of juice, then life will find a way to give you slimy loogie tacos in return.