My mother once promised me a Hostess fruit pie if I was quiet and let her finish grocery shopping. I loved those sugary little fruit filled treats! I honestly might’ve just about done anything to get them on my hands. Being still and quiet was the least I could do! I was like a little statue riding in that metal cart of the rest of the trip. Sure enough, I earned my reward and as my mother rolled me out to the car she handed me the packaged processed pastry! I ripped open the package with such force the glazed little pie popped out of the package and landed on the pavement below. I was stunned! I immediately started crying but that had no effect on my mother who told me I should have been more careful.
As you can tell, I’m still traumatized and I have yet to forgive my mother!