me: i'm going to the post office
lady at office: it's by maverik you know.
(pause. i know that's where they buy the beloved diet coke, and i never have participated in such rendezvous, at this job. . . or any job before this)
me: yes...i could stop and get it. (sweat start beading down my forehead)
lady at office: okay, its 95 cents, i like my ice filled to this line, here's my maverick card and thank you.
me: okay, that's some serious instructions
walking. . . .
me to other lady at office: i'm going to maverik, do you want something?
shock from other lady at office then: are you actually getting something?
me: um no, just going to the post office.
once the shock dissipates, she says: ok, let me get my cup.
(all of these ladies already have maverick cups they save, many cups in fact.)
i start to walk out, realize, i didn't ask other lady in the office what she drinks...which i should have known was diet coke. so off i go, feeling as foreign as can be. first the post office, where i have to ship this internationally for my etsy shop. again, a new adventure for me to try on this glorious friday morning. then i drive up to maverik and this is where i get kind of nervous.
first, there is only a tight parking spot, because really, how, HOW are there sooo many people at maverik at 9:45 am? i pull out the cups, make sure i have the punch cards, realize i have already forgotten who's cup is who's (shhhh.) and proceed into the giant rugged interior of maverik.
i stand there. i've only been to maverick for gas, red box and the restrooms. where is the stupid drinking fountain at? so i slowly begin to shuffle around, trying not to look like a i've-never-purchased-a-fountain-drink-at-maverick-before.
finally, FINALLY, i find the 20 foot wall of gloried carbonated sugar free/sugared/highly caffeinated beverages. once again, i stand there. now where is the dang diet coke? we lock eyes and i proceed to the ice dispenser. with the ice amount properly accounted for, i do a double take, just to make sure that this is yes, indeed diet coke. i slowly fill it up, not wanting to spill, then begin to search for the lids. (they sure have fancy lid dispensers)
so i make my way up to pay. d. coke and maverick cards in hand, i stand once again, not sure which register to go too, both cashiers are extremely busy looking at pictures on a green phone. don't they realize there's a newbie in town? help a girl out for pete's sake. finally, one turns to me, rings up the elixirs and tells me the total. now to find the change. . . i start counting out, realizing it's been years since i last counted coinage. she starts getting impatient, i try counting faster...i can't count fast enough and she erupts into a giant dragon blowing a raging fire of death! (okay, not really, but sheesh.)
ps don't judge. i don't drink pop very often and yes for some reason i call it pop. also, i really am that cheap, i'd like to save my 95 cents for a $5 pair of shoes.