Super Extra Fat, Double Butter, Please
It has been a while since I have submitted a tale of my travels and travails (moreso of the latter), but I do have another since I miss the sharing of digital history.
It has been a while since I have submitted a tale of my travels and travails (moreso of the latter), but I do have another since I miss the sharing of digital history.
Not ao long ago, I got done with school. I didn't have clinic to go to. I didn't feel like studying...but I DID have a much overdue copy of the Namesake whose return had been looming over my head for the past 3 days. I told myself, "I know. I will go home, watch the movie, return it, then study."
That was the plan. What happened was this: I went home and talked to Roommate as we stuffed ourselves with Pirate's Booty...so airy and light, I didn't realize I was a bit sick of them until my fingers scraped the powdery bottom of the bag (which I of course triumphantly sucked off my fingertips).
VTR came over to watch the move with us but was hungry, so we went to Baja Fresh. "I'm not that hungry," I proclaimed as I quickly threw in my order after VTR's: "Oh, and can I have the 2 taco combo with guacamole?" Then, as though in a fit of Torrets, I blurted, "Oh and nachos. Can we also get nachos?!" At that point, my mouth had oversalivated and a wad of spittle landed on the counter before the cashier. Not my best moment, but not my worst, either.
Roomie, VTR and I watched the Namesake (which was great, but I shall not elaborate any further since the point of this post is not a movie review). Then VTR accompanied me to Hollywood Video to finally return the Namesake.
As I slipped the DVD box into the slot, an image of the mountain of reading I had to do popped into my head, and as impulsively as I ordered the nachos, I suggested to VTR that we look for another movie to watch, to which he obliged.
While we were in line to pay, my eyes began to take in the cookie dough bites, the king size Kit Kats, the bon bons, and as though a spotlight beckoned my gaze, a packet of Hollywood Video brand extra fat, extra butter popcorn, aptly named Bucket and the Butter, which was illustrated to look like Beauty and the Beast. Clever.
I placed the popcorn into the microwave. I knew they weren't kidding about the butter content when I heard the melted butter begin to sizzle in the bag, coating each freshly popped kernel with an orangey yellow buttery gloss.
I hastily inserted my hand into the steaming bag, throwing caution to the wind in favor of gluttonous pursuits. After shoving no less than 73 popped kernels into my mouth, I looked down to see that my winter-worn, dry, cracked hands were now covered with a yellowy-orange butter residue sheen. It was at this moment that I, without a second thought, rubbed my hands together, substituting my normal Curel with Hollywood Video popcorn butter. Again, not my worst moment, but far from my best.
I hastily inserted my hand into the steaming bag, throwing caution to the wind in favor of gluttonous pursuits. After shoving no less than 73 popped kernels into my mouth, I looked down to see that my winter-worn, dry, cracked hands were now covered with a yellowy-orange butter residue sheen. It was at this moment that I, without a second thought, rubbed my hands together, substituting my normal Curel with Hollywood Video popcorn butter. Again, not my worst moment, but far from my best.
