So I guess nothing is sacred anymore. First they closed the gates, then they cracked down on campus free speech, and now this? Where will it end? The world feels like it’s turning more and more into a dystopian sci-fi reality every day, and, honestly, this is the final straw.
It’s hard to think of getting a better legal high than the feeling of standing in line for 15 minutes before opening the JJ’s door, walking up to the counter, saying “Express, please,” being sternly told to wait, standing outside the door for another two minutes, opening the JJ’s door again, saying “Express, please,” and then browsing the cornucopia of snacks at your fingertips. The selection process for my “Take Four” felt like I was reaching back through biological time, connecting with my foraging ancestors checking their traps for small game to help them survive the harsh winters.
JJ’s Express was the last vestige of connection to my prehistoric hunter-gatherer ancestors. Now that I can just have someone else get the exact snacks I want from Thursdays to Sundays, it’s just not the same. I’m worried I’ll never quite get to experience that same rush again, and I’m not quite sure how I’m going to make it through the semester.
