In the next few days, a manager of a grocery store, in the town where I went to college my freshman yr, more than twenty years ago, will receive a letter from me. Enclosed is a $5 bill and an apology.
I spent some time that year browsing the bulk food aisles with my roommates. It was my first introduction to bulk food, and I loved it. I still love it, actually. There is something fun about scooping any amount of anything into plastic bags.
My friends and I sampled A LOT of bulk candy back in the day. And, like I told my kids when I related the story to them the other night, no, I did not pay for it! My kids were shocked.
It was kind of a game that we called "bulking." For example, when it was late, and we were looking for excitement, one of us might suggest, "You know, we could always go bulking." I didn't feel great about it then, but I didn't feel that badly about it, either.
This 12-step soul-scouring is really getting to me. Things are coming to my mind that I haven't thought about for a long time. Things I did years ago. I feel like I am figuratively deep cleaning my past with an old toothbrush. I wonder what will surface next?
