::TO AND FRO ZEN::
I'm blowing this popsicle stand at 5:00 PM.
I don't care if the popsicles are melting. I don't care if they have
melted and are congealing into a Froot-Loopy patina on the floor. I don't care if the freezers have busted and are filled with gooey, rainbowy oceans, wooden sticks adrift on them like shipwreck debris.
I will be out the door and down the stairs and across the street and on my way home. And I will enjoy not having to peddle these damned frozen confections.
Until 8:30 AM tomorrow, at least.