After lunch we went to Costco to pick up a few things. I must say that the samples they had weren't even worth trying (crustless frozen peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, way over processed chicken wings etc). On our way out I found that I had a thirst that needed quenching so I put a dollar into one of Costco's 75 cent soda machines with the expectation of getting a Fanta. But the machine ate my dollar and I was, as they all hope and expect me to be, too lazy to contact a manager. There was a brief pitstop at Home Depot that I spent in the car, talking to M. about my impending Philly relocation and her future use of my sofa...in exchange for a little help with heavy lifting (the amount of dread I have about figuring out the details of going to Chicago and emptying the storage unit and the cost of renting a Uhaul and the enlisting of people to help me move said storage unit belongings into a yet to be determined abode is great...I will probably end up never doing it...simply sleeping on an air mattress and using Rubbermaid containers as tables and chairs).I requested that we stop somewhere very quickly before heading home so I could buy myself a beverage. We stopped at a gas station where I purchased a Cherry Coke for my mother and a Cheerwine for myself. Cheerwine, as far as I can tell, can only be found in the south. My first run-in with it was a few years back in Greensboro. It's a less fizzy more intensely red Cherry Coke like product. And my bottle told me I could be the lucky winner of a Hootie and the Blowfish concert. Really? Hootie and the Blowfish? I had a moment where I thought the bottle was 12 years old but upon looking at the details, well, it wasn't. Ugh.
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