When a person craves the taste of the delicious, iced treat so badly, at any
random hour of the day or night that they do the very bare minimum as far as looking presentable in public is concerned to run into the nearest 7-11 and splurge on more-than-likely, the largest sized Slurpee it has to offer.
There is such little effort put into looking presentable, in fact, that whatever minor adjustments that the subject has altered about their
comfortable, private attire or the very lack there of in order to preserve a “civilized” humanistic appearance usually has the
opposite effect.
Leslie hadn’t left
the house in several days and was suddenly struck with the itch to go on a Slurpee run, while also figuring she could
kill two birds with one stone and fit in a couple seconds of
fresh air and sunlight, while in sweet, sweet pursuit.