Last night, after a wonderful dinner, the wife and I stopped by the store to pick up a few items.

I rounded the corner and saw the most delicious looking liquid I think I ever saw. The deepest depths of the finest artificial orangeness came to mind. Tasty, appetizing, scrumptious, yummy, luscious, delectable, mouth-watering, fit for a king, delightful, lovely, wonderful, pleasant, enjoyable, appealing, enchanting, charming. To mind came all the possible sensual pleasures of the palate. 

I rounded the corner, mouth watering, drooling like Pavlovs dogs, delieriously imagining the sight of the beautiful, syrup bottle of the most delicious magnificent orange flavor, amlpified orange intensity exceding the limits of the human endurance for culinary pleasure. Anticipating the label of the most powerful, sweetest orange flavor known to humankind. Oh Delicious Ultra Mega Orange! Come to papa!

Only to have my hopes dashed, shattered into particles of nothingness.

I almost bought a bottle anyway, a color like that, it has to taste good.

I’m hearing thunder and seeing clouds to the south, where I gotta go to work. My scooter day looks like it to, has been dashed into articles of nothingness.