two hundred thirteen

At my job we must escort our darling students to and from their gates at the airport to ensure that they are flying where they say they're going on their homepasses. Due to the holidays I've had my fair share of gate waiting and airport cuisine. Tonight, as I'm waiting for the third arrival of my shift, I decided to treat my lazy self to some frozen yogurt. I remembered loving tcby as a child and was not disappointed in the least to find out that the only flavor they still had available was strawberry. So I pay my $5 dollars for my 4 ounces of red dye 40 frozen yogurt and hurry to my gate to enjoy it before the flight gets in. I take my first highly anticipated bite and something immediately tastes off. Suddenly it hits me like a semi- this tastes EXACTLY like strawberry boost!!! The same sickeningly cheerful color, the same syrupy sweet flavor that you can't quite swallow down... I realize that by the time I sit down to enjoy my so called frozen yogurt, its no longer really frozen and is in fact becoming the same smooth, thick, cold liquid that was literally pumped down my throat at one time. And not gonna lie, it freaked me out. And not gonna lie, I can't stomach another OUNCE ("2 oz minimum" lame!) Of that nasty stuff. And not gonna lie, I threw that sucker away. Red mango anyone? I need some agua. Stat.