Tuesday, September 30, 2014

SNEAKY SNICKERS

Mags: "Tell me the Aunt El story again. You know the one."

It all started with a Snickers Bar. A seemingly insignificant moment turned memorable. So memorable, in fact, that I have told my children on multiple occasions. It's a surefire way to watch them build from a little giggle to rolling-on-the-floor laughter. 

A Snickers Bar. I never suspected it. I should have. The lurking. The shivers up my spine. The stare. It bore a hole through the back of my head. But I went for it. I was young and full of fortitude. My inexperience was glaring, just ripe for the picking. I moved with the grace of a newborn foal toward the closet door; the prize behind it calling to me like Pavlov's bell. Salivation dulled my senses and I lost all control. I threw the door open haphazardly and grasped at the familiar rectangular shape. The wrapping fumbled beneath my fingers...unaware. 

I heard the footsteps first before I realized what was happening.  I was captured, brought to the floor and stripped of my precious chocolate all in a matter of seconds. Her style. Her grace. They were unmatched. I couldn't deny her a smile as she devoured the bar in front of my baffled face.  

That day I was taught a very valuable lesson: 

Keep your mind on the prize...and your eyes on the competition. 
Or...offer to share your chocolate. 
Nah...just keep your eyes on your competition. 



Forever and always I will eat a Snickers Bar with a huge smile on my face...
and hunched in a corner looking over my shoulder. 

I love you, Aunt El, more than words could say. 

1 comment:

  1. I love this story. I could picture it in my head every step of the way. Is this why you are how you are about your chocolate? Protective. Hoardy-even. I would NEVER have the courage to take your chocolate. She must be quite a woman! :)

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