An Eye-popping Experience
Wednesday - January 23, 2008
Ron Nagasawa is on vacation. This column was originally published on Nov. 15, 2000.
If I had to choose just one snack food item in the entire world, I would select buttered popcorn. I think it’s a psychological attachment like a baby blanket might be for a toddler.
I have fond memories of going to the movies as a kid and, of course, the experience wasn’t complete unless I was munching from the largest container they had of the stuff.
That’s probably why when recently asked to bring snacks for our 11-year-old son’s school skate night at the Ice Palace, I told my wife we were bringing popcorn. I found a place near my office where I could purchase 13-gallon bags of the fluffy morsels.
Not knowing how many kids were going to show up, I ordered three bags and decided to pick them up on my way home. When I saw how much popcorn that actually was, I think I could have provided snacks for everyone in Aloha Stadium at the next Warrior football game.
Anyway, I managed to load the bags into the cab of my truck. My commute home is usually about 40 minutes, depending on traffic. After about three of those minutes I was overcome by the aroma of freshly popped popcorn - 40 minutes alone with 39 gallons of popcorn. You do the math.
I carefully opened a bag and set it on the seat next to me. Cautious not to let the contents spill out, I grabbed a handful and started to enjoy my treat. That’s when a car pulled out in front of me, forcing me off the road and onto the shoulder of the freeway.
The centrifugal force caused all the popcorn to fly out of the open bag and spill all over the floor. A good Samaritan pulled up behind me and ran up to my window. He asked if I was all right, but his jaw dropped when he saw I was sitting ankle-deep in popcorn.
Nodding my head, I replied, “I’m OK, thanks. You would-n’t happen to have any mochi crunch, would you?”
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