Ice cream smoothie

I am in the middle of my lunch today. It is a busy day at the store. We are having our monthly big sale. The store is a mad house and the employees are particularly stupid during these two days.

Beth, my angel, comes into my sewing room in all her grace and plunks down next to me a chocolate/coffee smoothie from McDonalds. I take one look at it and find myself thrilled to have the treat. She is such a dear. I quickly figure out how to suck the stuff up through the straw and within minutes, I have consumed practically the whole thing. Yum. So tasty.

Yum. OK. It is time for me to go back to the floor and get back to giving breaks to the cashiers. I stand up and BAM I hit a brick wall. Lactose intolerant!!! For nearly a half hour I can't move. I make it out of my room as far as the entrance to the lunchroom. And I have to sit again. I just sat there. I could only move my eyes. No one said a thing. I just sat there. No one ever sees me sit in the lunchroom. Ever. But there I was, immobile. No one said a word. So Strange.

Finally, I was able to get up and make my way into the store and back to work. Luckily, I was not missed because during these sales, I am not the only one doing what I do. I just look at the list and take care of the next person, being one of several who look at the list and take care of the next person.

Lesson learned? I talked to Beth. I told her that the next time she brought me a smoothie, to emphasize that I go at it slowly over the course of the day instead of all at once. That way I won't get sick. She offered to get me a smaller one. What is she - nuts? It is not about size. It is about speed. Take it slow, in small amounts. I just need to be reminded.