The Day of the Layoff (3)

A man going the wrong way in the parking ramp almost hits me, and I snarl in my head about how much it would suck to get hit by some jerk going the wrong way and then be late to find out if I lose my job.  And then I remind myself again that doing the right thing doesn't magically guarantee you safety and happiness.  I should know this by now.  (I should know this BY NOW.)  So why does every reminder that I live in a fallen world feel like a kick in the heart?

Fair Food

I always feel a bit ill after going to the State Fair, but that's not because I eat a bunch of overpriced, greasy, fair food on a stick.  No, at the fair, I eat real food because the booth I volunteer at serves only real food and gives volunteers a free meal.  I think my body's just not used to real, fresh meat and vegetables.  That's kind of sad . . .

That said, my one vice at the fair is gelato.  I pretty much volunteer at this booth just so I can get my yearly gelato fix.  Tomorrow is my next shift!  Fruits of the Forest for sure!