the lunch table It was me. I did it. I ate that Nutty Bar that was sitting in the fridge at work for the past four months. Sitting there tempting us all for so very long, wondering who had forgot their Little Debbie from some long-gone lunch. And I did it, I stepped up to the plate, marched right over to that old mini fridge, threw open the door and pulled that Nutty Bar out of the frost, from among the abandoned fruit cups and left over creamer, and ripped that open.

And let me tell you something: it was good. Those things do not go bad. I can't emphasize that enough: Little Debbie's scrumptious snacks do not go bad, no matter how long they wait to be eaten in your office (or home) refrigerator. Outside of the fridge, it's all up to you pardners.

Of course, I've been eating Nutty Bars all my life. Growing up Little Debbie was one of our best friends. Although I think no one ate more Nutty Bars than Jeff Hurst. Jeff would always eat at least one--sometimes up to four--Nutty Bars for his lunch. Maybe a bag of chips. But it was those darn Nutty Bars that Jeff always had at the lunch table in junior high & high school. Borrowing money from us to pick up another one from the snack cart.
Wonder what's happened to Jeff? It's getting to where I'm starting to wonder what happened to most people I knew back then. The Holidays are coming up though, and we tend to see old friends and random individuals from our past during those times when we go home. Most all I know still are around the Metroplex, so it should be interesting this year, having been living in RI. In one sense it will be the first time I really will be coming home for the holidays. Actually sort of looking forward to tracking some people down.

Sort of. =) Maybe we can share a few Nutty Bars. I'm buying.  ¶ 11/07/2006 09:40:00 PM