Not Everyone Can Have

The Limited Edition Marshmallow Oreos were magnificent. And now they are gone. I shared the last few with friends on Friday night. I reiterated my desire for a big ol' pan of rice krispie treats. (If you'll remember I pined for some about two weeks ago on this blog.) Everyone in the living room nodded. Mm. MM.

When I got home Saturday night after a lovely Quesorido (THAT'S RIGHT. A BURRITO MADE WITH A QUESIDILLA. *Taste buds explode with joy*) there was a little boxy package waiting for me. Mysterious. I didn't remember buying anything. I opened it to find a pink box. When I removed the lid...A PILE OF RICE KRISPIE TREATS! From my Chicago Aunt! Who reads this blog from time to time! She read about my breakfast-made-dessert craving, baked some up, and mailed them off!

I shared the treats with roommates and Bisque, ate some myself, and yesterday I noticed they were kind of hard. So, naturally, I took the last five to school to offer to my students who will eat most anything. Indeed. Two screenwriting boys split them. "Where do you get this food?" someone asked. I am often bringing little damaged goods in for the human garbage disposals. "Well, my aunt sent me these." I explained. "I wish--!" a boy piped up before trailing off. "I was going to say, 'I wish I had an aunt.' But I have one. I guess I just wish she sent me stuff..."

Sorry, kid, not everyone can have awesome aunts like mine. <3 p="">

Rice Krispies Mad Men, Y'all Be Smart!

Today in Screenwriting someone mentioned the movie Flipper, and I immediately wanted a bowl of Rice Krispies. Not weird or a coincidence. It has happened my entire life. Luckily, people don't mention Flipper that much.

I know exactly where it comes from. I have a memory, clear as day, of the blue and white-floral plastic tablecloth under my hands, a bowl of Rice Krispies in front of me, the wooden chair under my butt. I was staring at the cereal box. On the back was an ad for Flipper including a send-in-this-box-top-for-a-Flipper-watch deal. My dad did send in the boxtop. I did have the Snap, Crackle, and Pop water watch.

It has been almost two decades, and that ad campaign is still zinging me. Geniuses. Geniuses. Our actions last a long time. Also, who would like to deliver some Rice Krispy Treats to my house?

LOST FAITH IN HUMANITY

ALICE BOUGHT A SUPER BIG JAR OF MIXED NUTS AT TARGET TWO WEEKS AGO TO LAST HER THE ENTIRE SEMESTER. SHE LABELED THEM AND PLACED THEM NICELY IN THE CUPBOARD OF THE THEATRE TA OFFICE. SHE ATE LITERALLY FIVE.

A WEEK LATER (TODAY) I DECIDED TO GRAB SOME NUTS FOR CLASS AND FOUND HALF THE JAR EMPTY. AND DON'T TELL ME IT WAS HALF FULL, BECAUSE IT WAS NOT! IT WAS HALF EMPTY! I AM SO SERIOUSLY MAD RIGHT NOW.

And I really just can't let it go. It's silly to be this mad, but really? Really?! It's a small office! Why would someone steal from someone they know in their very own office who is CLEARLY POOR BECAUSE WE ARE TAS!?

I guess what I am thinking about is how wrong theft really is. It's one of those things that we seem to think has shades of grey surrounding it. "No, I wouldn't steal a car, but just a handful of mixed nuts from a HUGE jar? It's such a big jar...She won't miss them..." Well, I do. I do miss them. Especially because nuts aren't cheap, y'all. The jar was fifteen bucks!

Sunday was my first improv rehearsal, and during our break I went to the bathroom to find a huge line. Weird. But, there was some giant sorority rush event happening in the building. Then, I saw a room where girls were streaming out with these delightful mozzarella and tomato sandwiches. I told the two girl improv understudies. We three, not dressed up in the slightest, walked into the room, took cookies and rice krispies, and I was about to go in for the sandwich kill when I overheard a girl saying, "Who are these random people just taking our food?!" and then I ran away.

I thought it was funny, and I didn't consider it stealing. There were hundreds of girls, and they all looked super dolled up in super richy clothes...but what I did was stealing. And that was wrong. Period.