Cold Milk, I Shouldn’t Have...
That dreamy orange creamcicle drink with the full head of whipped cream looked and tasted scrumptious. Even as I was ordering it along with the other drinks for my grandchildren I knew I shouldn’t have it. But oh my, on that sweltering hot day with the temperature over 90 degrees I went against my better judgement. Afterall it wasn’t go to kill me, or send me into anaphylatic shock like shrimp would do. However, I knew , because I am lactose intolerant, that I was most likely going to feel sick to my stomach if I yielded to this temptation. I ordered it anyway. Sure enough, less than fifteen minutes after drinking about twenty five percent of the frothy concocotion the awful symptoms started. I felt wretched and nauseous. As I sat in my car feeling the effects of this malady I asked myself ”Really, was it worth it?” I could have cooled off with a glass of cold water and been just fine. However I got what I desired and ...