So, I'm on spring break, and rather than "go wild" in Cancun, I decided to pick up work hours. So, after putting in some crucial hours working for National Velo Incorporated, I came to the understanding that working in the warehouse is waaaaaaaaay different than working at 88. First and foremost, 88 is a crisp 64 degrees, the warehouse is a frigid 40 degrees. So how do our brave warehouse lads endure these conditions. Some would guess layering tons and tons of cycling clothing, morphing their bodies in a michelin man like stature, Some would say dressing for the occaision like a construction worker; this is close and does occur but not the heart of my explanation. The warehouse crew copes with the brutally cold winters and sweltering summers by being the junk food kings of the universe. Holy Crap. I have eaten alot of junk food in the past couple days.
Perhaps all six of you at home are saying, "Soupie, your Vegetarian diet causes you to eat more vegetable and your body is just not used to average junk food consumption". I would like to quickly remind those viewers that spending 2 weeks in a van driving around middle america offers little nutrition, especially eating at gas stations in the wee hours of the night.
It all boils down to the superior dollar store. The dollar store has an incredible amount of crap, and there isn't much in this world that will work up a hunger that can only be satisfied with cheap garbage. Lifting boxes, answering emails, talking about how sweet the Descente Aero Tri Suit looks, and wrecking Nick Mosites day really give me a hankering for candy bars, oatmeal cream pies, and 25 cent iced tea.
Tomorow, I return to home base. I trade my "singing black flag at the top of my lungs all the time" for my singing "Paradise by the Dashboard Light once every flash back friday". I will trade my Taco Bell for.....Taco Bell...
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