We stood in line at Juice Generation on Prince Street. “I knew I shouldn’t have slept with Hudson last week. Here we are in 2013, and he still shapes his beard and wears that cheesy fedora like it’s 2010. Who does he think he is?” “You were pretty drunk,” Maddie made the excuse acceptable for me, and I loved her for that. “A large beet juice… the usual,” I ordered from the counter girl, then turned to Maddie, “You should get the same. I’ve been getting these like twice a day, literally every day all week. I am freakin’ addicted!” “Nah, I’m sticking with the kale, coconut, banana acai bowl.” Maddie ordered from to the counter girl, and added a “please.” She always was more polite than me. “Oh, and Hudson definitely gave me a UTI or something,” I complained then added, “I have been peeing some blood for a week, now!” “What? Ummm…” Maddie let it draw out. “I think it’s the daily beet juice regimen you also started last week.” “Ah… shit, maybe you’re right. It’s the beet juice.” A revelation. I turned to the counter girl to change my order to a kale, ginger, and carrot juice. And I added a “please.”
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