And you might not care, but I’ve been tagged (see yesterday’s post) and by thunder, I’m gonna do my part!
I once stole a dollar’s worth of dimes from the Brownie dues box when my mom was the Brownie leader in Lakeside, California. My sister was a Brownie, I was just a bratty younger sister. Why did I steal these shiny tempting dimes? Simple. When my mom went to get her hair done, there was a soda machine that dispensed Coke in ice cold bottles for a dime apiece. I figured if I had a good supply of dimes, I would always be assured if my icy old Coca Cola. It was a bit of an obsession. Something about putting the dime in the slot, pushing the button and then almost instant gratification of that bottle… Coke never tasted so good. So every time there was a Brownie meeting at our house, I’d sneak a couple of dimes out of it, figuring no one would ever be the wiser. Until the day my sister caught me. “Mom, Dana’s stealing from the Brownie box!” was immediately clarioned through the house in the clear self-righteous tones that only an older sister could muster. I was grounded for a good long time.
Oddly enough, during this same period I also stole a box of Milk Duds from a local market. I didn’t get caught, but I felt so guilty that after I ate the candy, I buried the incriminating box under a pile of horse manure.
And today I tag… Dani!!!!