Midwestern girl transplanted in the Bay Area.

Temp. job in a warehouse.

No air conditioner.

Who needs A/C in the Bay?

Typing, filing, sweating.

“I’m in the mood for an icy pop,”

I chirped,

Imagining a Big Gulp filled with Diet Coke

And

Lots

And

Lots

Of

Ice.

“I’ll run out and get us some snacks. What flavor do you want?”

What flavor do I want? What is she talking about?

“Diet Coke?” half question, half answer.

                “Diet Coke? They make Diet Coke popsicles?”

Popsicle?

“I don’t want a popsicle. I want a pop with lots of ice.”

“Pop? Oh, you mean soda.”

Moving is tough.