Green Wins, Yellow Waits

You all know I have a thing against yellow straws. They’re just….. not my favorite. Yes, I feel a bit guilty about it. Yes, I’ve tried convincing myself to “like yellow.” Spoiler alert: it didn’t work.

Our straw packs come in four colors: green, orange, red, and yellow. And if you’re wondering which one I love most, let’s just say it rhymes with “mean.”

There’s something about those green straws. They’re that perfect shade—like subway wrappers or the green turtle-shaped sandboxes that every kid seems to have.

Orange comes in as a strong second. It’s warm and bright, but not too loud, kind of like it’s saying, “Yeah, I’m here, but don’t forget about the other straws too.” It’s got that easygoing vibe, happy to be chosen, but not too upset if it’s not.

Red? Well, red tries a little too hard to be the center of attention. It’s like the straw version of that one friend who always has a story but doesn’t quite know when to give it a rest. Red’s always trying to be picked, completely unaware that it’s my third favorite, not my first.

But yellow? Yellow just sits there, looking like it’s trying so hard to be cheerful. It's honestly kind of pitiful. I know it sounds silly—feeling sorry for a straw, of all things—but every time I reach past yellow, I can almost hear it sigh, like, “Why not me?” And honestly, I don’t have a good answer. Maybe one day, yellow and I will get along. Until then, it’ll just have to wait its turn.

This morning, though, Camila picked a yellow straw for her chocolate milk, and that made me smile. I’m glad someone is giving those poor yellow straws some love. I swear, they seem to multiply overnight.