“Whose ready to have glacier and stone cold water to travel down to your esophagus?!”
Whenever you can finally drink a glass of water, think about how different it might taste if it was surrounded by ice. Ice cold water can be refreshing or it can be a rude reminder that sometimes, being too cold makes you an asshole. Ice in water also plays a significant role in disguising bad water. So, why not be room temperature or something that tastes refreshing or even something that’s lightly chilled?
In the same way – hot foods can be incredibly inconvenient when hungry. Picture it: You order food at a restaurant but you came to the restaurant extremely hungry. So you’re talking shit with your friend and learning about their day and you’re sharing yours – *but you can’t seem to stop thinking about what you ordered.* The fine expectation that there is also a dessert to be eaten. Until Bam! – Your food finally arrives but only flaming hot!
You want to eat it but you rather wait till its cooled down as to not burn your tongue. That’s when you remember that ice cold water doesn’t help any when you’re hungry, you still have to wait. So many people come to the same place you attend and you ordered at happy hour!
You see from the perspective of the shoe, you don’t know what it’s like stepping into all kinds of shit with your bare feet. From the perspective of the hand, you don’t want to know what it’s like picking up what the shoe contacted. From the perspective of the glove – it’s worse than what anybody can conjure up!
All of this to say, lately, I had a bad case of Cranberry Blues!
I got a bad case of cranberry blues. It’s hot. It’s the kind of machine that makes one lust aimlessly. Don’t care who’s in my way – I got to unlock the satisfaction. I turned the key and the ignition is burning oil. I’m getting somewhere even though I’m near empty. My hands are shaking. I can’t keep the steering wheel center. I’m about to ready curve to the side of the road.
There’s a house down yonder with a sign that reads: “come”. I can’t be the only one thirsty when the invitation is plastered on the street signs. I walked in and noticed a jug of ice water sitting on the table. just before I could pour me a glass, a lady in a blue dress asked me how I was paying? I told her:”usually water is free but I suppose this time, she could put it on the tab.” she inquired my name, address, and place of work – for she had never seen me come into the establishment before.
I told her never mind who I am, that she should trust an honest man always pays his debts. I turned back in to grab the glass but it nearly fell off the edge but I managed to catch it before it fell. she smiled at me and told me to wait there. before I knew it she came back in a cranberry dress. and now I got a bad case of cranberry blues!