Life handed me lemons.
As the proverb suggests, I've been trying to make lemonade...but there's been some setbacks.
You see, shortly after being handed these lemons, I found out that they were rotten on the inside. And as much as I tried to sell it, no one wanted rotten lemonade. Not even me. Even if I loaded the batch with sugar.
So, then I went to the store to buy some limes. Limeade has always been a pleasant alternative in my mind.
As luck would have it, when I arrived at the store, I soon discovered that all the limes were sold out. Looks like someone else had the same idea first.
I reluctantly turned to the dark side, resorting to pre-squeezed lemon and/or lime juice. Only after perusing the aisles did I find that the lime juice AND lemon juice were located on the very top shelf, far out of reach of wee 5'3" me, with no sales associates or nice, tall customers in sight. And even if I could reach the bottles, I could see they were wildly overpriced.
Bah, who needs lemonade anyway. All of my rotten lemons won't matter anymore in a week or a year or 5 years. I've got to remember that. Besides, there are many pleasant alternative beverages to the sour reality that has befallen me. Just 6 more days until I'm home, and I can have all the rum and eggnog my little heart desires.
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