In 8th grade, the cool kids’ parents dropped them off at Jamba Juice before school on Wednesday mornings. With classes starting an hour later, it gave the hungry students just enough time to grab a drink and walk the quarter mile to campus.
Always a saver, I rarely splurged on smoothies and stuck most of my weekly allowance in my pink piggie bank instead. On the rare occasion that we stopped by the shopping center, I anxiously stood in the long line that snaked out the door and around the patio furniture. After ordering and receiving my Razzmatazz, I immediately gave myself a brain freeze by drinking it too quickly—I was so scared of being late and getting a pink slip!
Later in life, I learned to slow down and savor my smoothies. (My brain thanked me for it.) I also bravely branched out and began trying new flavors, like Strawberries Wild, Peach Pleasure, and Caribbean Passion. But the Strawberry Surf Rider turned out to be a favorite of mine and my brother’s, so we mixed up our own last week at home!