This is what happens (to my crazy ass, anyway) when your subconscious self thinks that your conscious self needs a reminder that you really shouldn’t be allowed out of the house unsupervised.
No, your personal retina/rod/cone situation has not been hacked.
Yes, I do know that orange is my favorite color.
And you can and have heard me joke about being OCD.
But when I go into a store for a maté and a snack and the maté are on sale 2/$5, I get two. Of my favorite flavor.
Which is blood orange. I get it…
However, being responsible – or trying to be – about snacking, I’ll opt for something not crunchy or too processed. Dried apricots, right?!? They’re just hanging right there…
Obviously, also also orange-y.
No. I did not see the emerging theme.
But then I had to wait in line for some Karen-type. Her behavior stressed me out. Maybe it was more of an annoyed reaction. I dunno.
But those bastards at the Brodega run their line right down the goddamned chip and chocolate aisle – yes, they have about 18 feet of gourmet chocolate bars. Naturally, my response to this person’s behavior was emotional eating.
Plus, they recently – as I discovered in that moment – revamped their Cretor’s assortment to include cheese flavors again. Before this, they’d switched to only a pickle flavored SKU, and…no, thank you. Homey don’t want that.
Anything cheesy and Cretor’s is amazing.
But what would you have me do in that situation?!? Of course, I picked one up.
So now I’ve got that calling me home. Myrtle could take a page out of cheesy popcorn’s playbook…