Well, it's happened: my love affair with Lärabars is over. I usually go to Whole Foods after Irish class and stock up for the week. I also occasionally treat myself to dumplings from the salad bar and two Lärabars. I was excited because the Whole Foods in the edgy, really hip area of City of Keeping of Appearances sells them for a dollar, so I assumed that the Whole Foods by my class did, too. And I don't check my receipts. But today I only needed to buy milk, so I definitely noticed when my total was much higher than it should have been. $1.79 for smashed dates, yes, smashed dates with an alluring Key Lime Pie flavor, but none the less smashed dates?!? No, I'm not paying that. (I will, however, spend $4 on a dish of frozen yogurt later this week.) So my milk is lonely tonight.
Also, there are a lot of opportunities for other people to think I'm looney. First, I stand on the platform taking pictures of a bottle of milk inside a paper bag, over and over until I'm satisfied with the lighting. Then I get on the train and take out my Irish homework. It's impossible to study without moving my mouth. There I sit, mouthing "Beidh mé ag dul go dtí Baile Átha Cliath amárach ar a trí a chlog," until I think I can say all the words. What must people think of me?
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