The one down the street could have been straight out of the kind of Walmart commercial that would run in early May. Mixed ethnicity, mixed genders, wearing the kind of kid clothes one might find at Walmart, with a folding table and chairs and a jug of lemonade -- or in this case, fruit punch. One dollar, served in a stylish plastic cup.
What $1 buys you. |
Now, this punch was really watered down, as if they were trying to stretch the one Kool-Aid envelope they managed to wangle out of Dad, or if they just couldn't figure the directions on the 4C can, but that's okay. I'd rather have it weak than feel like my teeth were rotting just looking at the crystallized sugar.
All in all, though, I keep hoping to find a Lucy Van Pelt style psychology booth.
I could use some help. I think I may have pantophobia. And look! Five cents! What a bargain! I don't even care if my insurance won't cover it.
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Whereas I have a fear of pantophobia, which I cannot find on the list. If it is recursive, we are doomed.
Watch out, Raf -- you may enter a fear loop leading to a fear collapse. Nothing left but a black hole of terror.
So that is what FDR meant when he uttered his famous dictum. And it is always reported as though it was an encouragement!
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