Sniff! Sniff! Ahh … the Smell of Scurvy Prevention Is in the Air

Know what I did this morning? It's not something I do very often, maybe two or three times a year. It's not something that I generally brag about, but I'm only telling you guys, right?

This morning I bought stuff off of the back of a semi truck.

And it wasn't illegal goods.

It was … fresh produce! Ta da!

Living in the Midwest in the winter does strange things to a person. It reduces you to wearing layer upon layer of clothing. It reduces your skin to a pasty white version of it's former bronzed self. It reduces you to staying inside your house for three and a half straight days with only the Star Wars movies and your camera to entertain you. It reduces you to buying fresh oranges and grapefruits off of a truck parked in the Menard's parking lot.

And the back of that truck smells awesome! Hons, it smells like citrus! Fresh citrus. In winter! It's like taking a big whiff of sunshine.

Which I did.

Which made me look like a deranged lunatic.

Which made Rita the truck driver/fruit monger move me to the front of the line to avoid panicking the other customers.

But I don't care 'cause I've got a case each of freshly picked oranges and grapefruit. Whee! I'm high on vitamin C!

After paying for my two cases of deliciousness, I texted my husband the following message:

He is concerned about me sniffing the backs of trucks and my (completely unrelated to smelling random vehicles in the Menard's parking lot) obsession with preventing scurvy.

But he really likes fresh oranges.

So he texts me back:

And I know he's referring to the citrus, not me.

I've never given anyone any reason to be concerned about me. Or my mental health.

Ever.

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