I’m sick. Or I have allergies. Or I’m just getting old. I’ve been fighting off the sniffles for the better part of a month now. On occasion, I’m lucky enough to be convinced I have an actual cold and take a day off work fighting off a fever, sinus headache, and the worst. congestion. ever. Yesterday being one such day.
5 minutes (and make that 5 minutes too long) into an episode of Real Housewives of Orange County, I did myself a favor and made a massive pot of chicken noodle soup. Seriously. It’s the … trying to think of another word I wouldn’t mind my grandparents reading and I’ve come up short. But sorry, Campbell’s. You’ve got nothing on homemade chicken noodle soup.
Anywho, I decided today to try and power through a day at the office, having fought off the congestion yesterday with my new friend the Neti Pot and half a bottle of Mucinex and 3 hours of documentaries on HBO. I packed up a bowl of soup for lunch in some old tupperware and tossed it in the backseat with a banana and a box of peppermint tea. An hour later, I’m standing in the parking lot holding a liquid filled grocery bag (my makeshift lunch bag), a soggy banana, an oddly unaffected box of tea, and looking at the soup all over my backseat and the front of my dress… and in my shoes.
Let’s fast forward a few hours because that scene didn’t really change much and now, while finally dry, I still smell like chicken soup. Note to self – buy better tupperware. I pull up to the speakers at the McDonalds drive-through by my office.
“Bacon Ranch Salad w/ Crispy Chicken and a Strawberry Milkshake.”
“I’m sorry our milkshake machine is broken.”
“That’s fine, I’ll just have the salad then!” (Inside I’m screaming YOU HAD ONE JOB, MILKSHAKE MACHINE!!!)
I pay. Wait in line a ridiculously long time behind a person who has apparently ordered meals for her entire office. Seriously, I checked my emails, Facebook, and Instragam all while waiting between the two windows. By the time I finally get up to the window to get my salad…
“Do you want any other dressing? We’re out of Ranch.”
“No, that’s ok. I have some at work.” (Not a lie. I recently bought a bottle of Marie’s yogurt dressing – yum – to keep in the office fridge)
I drive back to my office thinking about everything that went wrong. No soup. Now I’m stuck with this dressing-less salad and not even a milkshake to make up for it. I open my bag and pull out my salad. They’d given me a spoon.
There are days that really would have been better spent in bed, with my homemade soup in a bowl rather than tupperware, dry clothes, a clean car, and a happy cat. Instead, it’s not even 1pm and I can feel myself snarling. 4 more hours to go…