The Life of Me

Okay, so I was on this trip over the summer. It was hot out. We did a bunch of tiring stuff. And all the places were really spread out, so there was a lot of walking done. In the sun. And the heat. You got really dehydrated and thirsty and exhausted--the trip was really fun, though!

But on each of the trails and stuff, there were little water stations: little cart thingies with a big thing of ice water, and... Dixie cups. Dixie cups? Really? What about Solo Cups? WE'RE FREAKIN' THIRSTY!!!

I was playing basketball at one point, guarding the tallest, fastest, most talented girl on the court (I was only guarding her because I'm tall--I'm not the fastest person in the world... at all... So I don't know why I was guarding her... But we did become friends during/after the game.) We had all been playing for quite a while. My shirt was drenched in sweat. Finally, I took a water break. And I was forced to use a freakin' Dixie cup! I just sat there by the water jug and filled the cup, drank, fill, drink, fill, drink, fill, drink, fill, drink, fill, drink, fill, dump on my head. 

I mean, sure, Dixie cups are convenient when you're a little kid, or when you just need a quick sip of something, or for something to hold a little snack in, but not for a trip like that! Jeez! 

I pity the trees that Dixie cups are made out of! Those trees must've spent their childhoods dreaming of what they would be used for someday! They'd just stand around, "I want to be a mansion!" "I hope they make me a boat." "I'd kinda like to be a wooden spoon." "I just want to stay a tree." And then, one day, once they're all grown and tall, some idiot comes, chops them down, and sends them off to Dixie, where they get made into tiny paper cups that are only good for the stuff I mentioned in the above mini-paragraph-thing. (Okay, fine, just so Dixie doesn't sue me or whatever, and just to be honest/fair, they're good for other stuff, too, and they look snazzy.) That's like wanting and expecting to become the best U.S. president ever, and becoming a taxi driver, or a lumberjack, or something. (No offense to taxi drivers and lumberjacks--thank you for your service!)

Toodles.

-Sue Donimm