It was so fun and therapeutic to share a story from my childhood that I had never told before that I am back for round 2.
When I was a kid my Grandparents lived about 15 minutes away from our house. We would go over there for dinner on Friday nights and sometimes I would spend the night. One of my favorite things about going to my grandparents house was the unlimited amount of soda, they had a CD player (we had yet to get one) and they had green peppermints. I was a sucker for green peppermints. I ate those things like they were candy.
Seeing the signs of addiction starting at a young age my grandma or mom would cut me off after about 5. The problem was I wanted to eat about 50 more. I guess I had no conscious as a kid and knew that I was going to need to get more, so I stole them for later consumption. My opportune time to eat the wonderful goodness that was green peppermints was late at night. I usually took up residence in the living room which gave me direct access to the kitchen where my drug of choice was stored. I would stock up on the peppermints at every opportune time during the day only to enjoy my treasure later that night when everyone was sleeping. I would eat these things one after another until I could not take the minty freshness that was my breathe. My plan seemed to always be perfect but there was something that would always get me caught.
The problem that plagued me was the wrappers. After eating about 15 of these things I started to accumulate a lot of trash. I obviously could not throw them away in the trash because the next morning my grandma would see them and be onto my game.
So I improvised, I stuffed them down the cushions of the couch or when I would get lazy just put them under the coach. This was my usual hiding spot for trash and things that I did not want to be found. Sometimes I would go for a late night Coka Cola drink and would hide the can under the coach as well. This plan seemed to work great, that was until the next morning. I never took into account that my grandma would notice the missing peppermints from the jar or for that matter would be sweeping the house on Saturdays. These thoughts never crossed my mind, probably because I was trying to sleep off my caffeine and sugar hangover.
As I write this I have probably laughed out loud at least two or three times thinking about the good ole days. I do not know why I did this or the fact that my logic was very faulty. Needless to say I still love green peppermints and get a 5 pound bag for Christmas from my grandma every year. I guess I am an addict.
What is a funny story from your childhood?