Weary is the word and Mushy is the action...
The other day at work I got the wiff of something I haven't smelled in years. It brought back ancient memories nearly 20 years old. It was a strange thing, walking into the back room / buy area at work and have that scent waft through and up into my olfactories (sp?).
Now what did I smell you may ask? It was the scent of barbeque from the days at my elementary school. They would set up these huge tables and have cook out style barbeque food with corn on the cob, mashed potatoes, kool aid, hamburgers and hot dogs in these large style cafeteria metal containers with bunson burners beneath them for varying fundraisers of sorts. I don't remember if I ever actually ate any of the food that was made, but boy howdy do I remember the lust I felt to get in there and eat that food!
However, I do remember Popcorn and Pepperoni days. They would arrive on fridays and we would pay .25 cents for popcorn and .50 cents for pepperoni during recess. Eventually the playground would be littered with mass amounts of discarded popcorn while masses of seagulls would gather above. They circled high above waiting for more and more popcorn to be spilt, and when the time was right and with death and maddness in their beady little eyes, they would swoop down from the sky, fearless and wreckless, to do battle with one another for the strewn feast. Skwaking and pecking they would savage and ravage each other for the half gummed on remains of an hours worth of binging by sweet and dear little children. And in an orgy of maddness, they would consume the once freshly purchased treats.
A little reminder for those that may have forgotten. SEAGULLS ARE FILTHY FUCKING ANIMALS!!!! And I'll be damned if I ever change my opinion on this pure, scientific fact.
To accompany these days of feasting upon vegetation and flesh, would be Red Rope licorice days. The powers that be, would alternate between the said popcorn and pepperoni to licorice, when they felt it was needed. Now this was before they caught onto the fact that candy can also be a weapon of pain and physical scaring. They sold us the Real Deal! Real long lengths of red licorice up to three feet in length, that we would salivate over, devour and use as tools of wicked torture amongst our fellow classmates. The technique in whipping is about wrist control, in order to get the desired snap and lash from the rope. This was exceptionaly effective when one would have sucked on the whipping end first. The resulting heeyawh and tallyho of a mastered lash would be precise and cunning.
In the end, a few if not many, would walk off the playground, teary eyed and bearing the welts of cruel oppression by the elder children of superior pocket money that allowed the longer lengths of sweet sweet candy. Needless to say after a few years of this, the powers that be, wisened up and started buying red vines. A shame indeed, though this occured during my 5th or 6th grade, and by then I ahd my fair share of whipping and being whipped.
Alas, sweet childhood, how I miss thee...
Now what did I smell you may ask? It was the scent of barbeque from the days at my elementary school. They would set up these huge tables and have cook out style barbeque food with corn on the cob, mashed potatoes, kool aid, hamburgers and hot dogs in these large style cafeteria metal containers with bunson burners beneath them for varying fundraisers of sorts. I don't remember if I ever actually ate any of the food that was made, but boy howdy do I remember the lust I felt to get in there and eat that food!
However, I do remember Popcorn and Pepperoni days. They would arrive on fridays and we would pay .25 cents for popcorn and .50 cents for pepperoni during recess. Eventually the playground would be littered with mass amounts of discarded popcorn while masses of seagulls would gather above. They circled high above waiting for more and more popcorn to be spilt, and when the time was right and with death and maddness in their beady little eyes, they would swoop down from the sky, fearless and wreckless, to do battle with one another for the strewn feast. Skwaking and pecking they would savage and ravage each other for the half gummed on remains of an hours worth of binging by sweet and dear little children. And in an orgy of maddness, they would consume the once freshly purchased treats.
A little reminder for those that may have forgotten. SEAGULLS ARE FILTHY FUCKING ANIMALS!!!! And I'll be damned if I ever change my opinion on this pure, scientific fact.
To accompany these days of feasting upon vegetation and flesh, would be Red Rope licorice days. The powers that be, would alternate between the said popcorn and pepperoni to licorice, when they felt it was needed. Now this was before they caught onto the fact that candy can also be a weapon of pain and physical scaring. They sold us the Real Deal! Real long lengths of red licorice up to three feet in length, that we would salivate over, devour and use as tools of wicked torture amongst our fellow classmates. The technique in whipping is about wrist control, in order to get the desired snap and lash from the rope. This was exceptionaly effective when one would have sucked on the whipping end first. The resulting heeyawh and tallyho of a mastered lash would be precise and cunning.
In the end, a few if not many, would walk off the playground, teary eyed and bearing the welts of cruel oppression by the elder children of superior pocket money that allowed the longer lengths of sweet sweet candy. Needless to say after a few years of this, the powers that be, wisened up and started buying red vines. A shame indeed, though this occured during my 5th or 6th grade, and by then I ahd my fair share of whipping and being whipped.
Alas, sweet childhood, how I miss thee...