Pretzels



The last day of the NAMM Show I was sitting at a table in the GHS strings booth, chatting with Larry, one of the sales reps. It was 6, and the show had just closed, so Larry brought out some beers and an enormous pretzel jar. You know how sometimes when it's been a long day and you're hungry, a certain food just tastes soooo good, even though it might just be average normally? Well, that's how these pretzels were.

They were sourdough, and really salty. So Larry walked off to take care of some business stuff and I was sitting at the table by myself.
There were still lots of people walking by the booth, and that pretzel jar really was huge. Random people started coming up to me and asking if they could have a pretzel. Always wanting to be nice, I let them. "Sure, go ahead!" I smiled.

One of the people bumming pretzels was a teenage kid with suspiciously red eyes. So I gave him some pretzels, then a few minutes later, he was back. "Can I have some more?" Hmmm. "Uh, ookay."
Starting to feel a tad uneasy, since these aren't my pretzels after all. Then he came back again. "Dude, those are so good! Can I have a few more?" I reluctantly complied. "You're going to get me in trouble," I said. "Go 'way now!" He laughed and walked away, munching on his pretzels.

Yet another person stopped by and asked, and just then, another sales rep, a lady who worked in the GHS booth came up. "NO!" she huffed in disbelief. I reddened, and smiled sheepishly. "Sorry." I said. She took the pretzel jar and walked away, shaking her head.

A few minutes later, unbelievably, the kid was back. "Aw, where did the pretzels go? Dude, those things rock!" "Get out of here!" I laughed.

Luckily, I saw where that lady put the jar, so I still had access. I even dipped some pretzels into my chocolate ice cream.
homer> mmmmmm, pretzels /homer
  ¶ 7:01 AM