Today I did something I haven’t done in years. I went to a local 7-Eleven and bought a cherry Slurpee.
When I went to Anona Elementary School on the southwest part of Largo, Florida back in the 1970’s and early 1980’s, there was a 7-Eleven within a short walk from the school. It’s no longer there, having been replaced by a restaurant a couple of decades ago. But on Mondays after school let out, my mom would pick me up and would give me the buck or so to get a Slurpee. Just a little reward for getting through the longest day of the week. Today’s large Slurpee set me back $1.92, and the cashiers were shooting me looks as if I get one of these every day, thanks to my size. If only they knew the truth.
Why I chose today to do it I have no idea in retrospect. It was in the upper 40’s here in Pinellas County this late March morning. And with the high humidity rates in Florida, you tend feel the chill much more than you do up north. People break out winter jackets around here when it gets below 70. I’m serious. It’s just one of those things about Florida you have to feel to totally understand, I suppose.
So I have to go to the Bank of America ATM to make my monthly deposit of funds to pay the bills. As I’m walking over, I’m sipping my Slurpee, and as I get my wallet out, my hands feel as if they’ve been encased in blocks on ice! The cold Slurpee drink has moved around inside of my limbs, and I had to move around a bit before heading home to get my blood recirculated. Never hurts to exercise…well maybe your muscles, but generally it’s a healthy idea.