Disappointment
Do you want to know what disappointment is? Shall I tell you? Go on, let me tell you what disappointment is, please.
Disappointment is: when you are still in the office at about 7:30, forcibly repressing the desire to kill either yourself or your colleagues, and suddenly something reminds you that you have a little tub of pineapple yoghurt in the fridge at home, which is the first small moment of joy (for that matter the first moment of not-horror) in the working day, and this happy thought keeps you company for the remaining hour and a half of work, possibly in part responsible for the fact that you and your colleagues all remain alive, and as you walk home you think again of your pineapple yoghurt and decide not to eat it until after you've finished blogreading, before going to bed, and you visualise the packaging which is a pretty dark blue and think about the other such tub whose contents you ate the previous evening after blogreading, and remember that to be honest it wasn't quite as nice as the pineapple yoghurt which you bought in that supermarket in Menton (south of France) back in February, my that was tasty, very thick and creamy and slightly sour,
and then you get home and have a sandwich, and just so happen to glance into the fridge where you couldn't help noticing a little dark blue tub of yoghurt down there on the lower shelf, hello, but you leave it where it is because you haven't yet finished blogreading, have to earn it first, and then you start up the computers and read the blogs and even leave a comment or two, and then,
oh yes,
then it is time for the yoghurt, so you go into the kitchen and take the little dark blue tub out of the fridge and peel off the foil top, and with your teaspoon scrape up the bits of yoghurt that adhere to the underside of the top and pop them into your mouth and let them slide down your throat (thinking that it tastes a bit odd, wonder whether it's past its sell-by date?) and then take a proper spoonful and put that in your mouth,
and then, only then, do you discover, with that spoonful of it that has suddenly turned hideous and repulsive still in your mouth, that it is not pineapple after all but BLOODY FUCKING BANANA, sodding hell which idiot asshole bought that, well you did of course, who else around here buys yoghurt,
so you spit the mouthful into the sink and you throw the little dark blue tub into the garbage and you stomp off to bed unyoghurted.
That, my dears, is disappointment.
posted by Udge @ 23:31
8 Comments:
Had to read this aloud to family :-)
Oh, dear. Yes, quite a disappointment.
I am disappointed for you. And smiling empathetically.
There's nothing worse than raising something to your lips with anticipation to find that it's not at all what you were expecting.
The first time I ate a green olive, I actually thought it was a grape - you can imagine the reaction when I put it in my mouth. I love olives now, but the taste somehow doesn't comply with the look of the thing.
Oh, that's horrible. BANANA? That is just wrong and a crime against nature and yogurt! I sense your pain.
If it helps any, I was enjoying the world's greatest bacon sandwich yesterday, perfectly crunchy bacon, just enough mayo and lettuce, and then it happened. I reached the end of the sandwich, went to take that last few bites, and bit right into the tomato that they obviously hid because I specifically requested no tomatoes and there weren't any tomatoes on the rest of the bloody sandwich! It is obviously a tomato conspiracy by Jimmy John's.
Oh, there are those who will, with some justification, say that the Big disappointments are the worst, grief and war, injustice and loss. But even those with huge life shattering disappointments, would, if they were honest, be just as bitterly bereft if they were anticipating a small treat only to have to spit it out because it was banana yoghurt.
It's always the small things. Always.
That was just poetry although I too am sorry about the banana. It was beautiful though.
Oh! While traumatic, you wrote this awesomely! I can sense your disappointment and shock. Sorry for the experience.
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