The Brownie Incident
By Karen KalbacherThis story is true. I kept it hidden for a few years but it's too good not to tell. So I wrote it down awhile back and I'm sure in the future I'll find a way to tell it better, but for now: Enjoy!
I was on my way to an all night movie marathon with a few of my close girl friends. I decided to bring brownies to contribute to the snack food fare. Well, while I was packing the car with my pillow, blanket and bag of clothes, I placed my plate of brownies on the top of my car. Anyway I got into the car and drove down to the end of my block. When I stopped to look before turning the corner a bunch of teenagers started yelling at me. I was annoyed. I didn't know what their problem was so I made the turn and a few other turns until I was out on a major street. Then it hit me. Where were the brownies?
I pulled over and hopped out praying the brownies were still on the top of my car, I hadn't been going that fast so maybe, just maybe I'd be lucky. I wasn't. The top of my car was clear, no brownies. Getting back into the car I felt horrible. Not only was I not going to have anything to bring to the marathon, but I had lost a whole plate of brownies! I honestly felt like I was going to cry.
Then it hit me, the kids were yelling to me about the brownies. Determined to find the brownies, I went around the block and back to the corner where the kids were. I parked and feeling like an ass I got out and asked them. Yep, the brownies had been sitting on top of my car when I went around the corner. I thanked them and rolled around the corner slowly.
I found them in the center of the street. A perfect tire track was squished down the center of the pile of brownies. I stared down at them, depressed, but than I realized the plastic wrap had held. The brownies were still on the plate. I picked them up and put them in the car. They looked clean, no gravel or dirt. I drove to my friend's house and parked, undecided about what to do with the brownies. They looked fine except for being a little squashy. I didn't have the heart to just throw them away. They were brownies after all. So while I was in the car I lifted the plastic and tore all the brownies into smaller squares to hide the tire marks.
No one noticed and they ate every last one.