Iceberg Effect - Part 4

“Hmmm, what to order tonight?” Clarissa asked herself as she scrolled through a list of local restaurants on the popular delivery app she used. “I already got Antonio’s this week… Maybe I’ll try Diamonds Ridgeback Grille?”

Clarissa was typically not one for ordering takeout, especially not on a weeknight. Ordering out was something normally reserved for social gatherings. But she had gotten a coupon code for the app, and her first meal was half off, and there were no delivery fees for the first month, so she thought why not give it a try. Plus she had been eating so healthy most days, it didn’t hurt to treat herself every once in a while.

“Hmmm, I just got takeout Monday, should I really be ordering out again?” Clarissa took a moment to pause and reflect. “She looked at the meal she had loaded into her cart. It looked good, it looked tasty, it made dinner so easy. “I eat healthy every other day, it will be ok this time.” She reasoned.

She finalized her transaction, put in her tip amount, and damn that delivery fee is expensive, that free trial month flew by. Indeed Clarissa had been ordering out dinners for some time now, she just hadn’t personally realized that a month had gone by. The extra fee was no worry. In Clarissa’s eyes it was well worth the convenience of not having to make her own dinner, especially when that dinner was salad with grilled chicken.

With dinner taken off her hands Clarissa decided to slip into something a bit more comfortable. She bopped up to her room to change out of her work clothes, from business to pajamas. It seemed more and more these days by 5pm Clarissa was dying to get out of her work clothes, there was just something so uncomfortable about them. Clarissa chalked it up to the stuffy business attire she had to wear to appear professional at work, but what she didn’t know was there was something else that was contributing to her discomfort.

Unfastening her skirt, the garment let loose from the tight grasp it had around the young ladies waist, leaving behind a marking in her skin of any pattern or imperfection in the hem of the band. “These couldn’t be getting too tight could they?” She asked herself in her empty room. Now that they were off they looked like they would be a challenge to get back on. "Hmmm, shrunk in the wash maybe?" She questioned.

Either way she felt some new garments were in order. Thankfully she had apps for all her favorite brands already installed on her phone. She pulled up the one from which she already had numerous skirts and started picking out some new ones. Finally she was met with selecting a size. After mulling over the options for a moment, she decided to grab everything two sizes up, you know just for comfort's sake, not because she truly needed it.

As she finished putting together that delivery, her more pertinent delivery was just arriving. With a *ding dong* her doorbell rang and Clarissa skipped off to answer it, excited for the meal that waited on the other side.