- 2 cakes per pack
- 6 full size packs
Sno-Balls tasted great but are overpriced
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I have a funny story to share
One time several years ago I went to the uptown mini mart with my mom. I believe the year was 1990. It was really early in the morning. I recall the dampness of the morning dew had turned all the trees and plants a swampy shade of green in the autumn sun. What a fantastic story I just shared, huh? Oh wait that’s just the introduction! Continue on!
Anyway my mom walks into the store but I wait in the car. I’m not a morning person and the car seat was comfortable so good luck getting me to budge. A man dressed in formal attire pulls up a few parking spaces to the right. He was obviously going to some business meeting and making it big in my no-name Amish town, making me feel small and ashamed of myself for living in a town way below his high profile standards. Making me feel any sense of accomplishment I might get to experience will automatically be deemed inferior.
Anyway he gives me these dirty looks as he pulls open the front door and walks into the store. I wasn’t sure what to make of that, but needless to say I was young and therefore shocked and confused that someone so sharp dressed would stare me down with piercing eyes. This might not have been a showdown in the wild west but I was one second away from pulling out my squirt gun.
I watch the man do what is most likely his usual morning routine (well I mean his routine after leaving the house- I KNOW he brushes his teeth, gets a shower and makes the bed). I now stare HIM down since he was too far away to see me. Like a Jack Russell Terrier, I wait for him to turn around and *then* nip at his ankles. With his back turned, he was no longer capable of giving me those bad looks, which gave me this sense of unlimited power. The power’s now in MY hands. You’re completely under my eyes command so to speak. Well I was about to find out why he was so desperately trying to tuck himself out of my view. The closet demons apparently volunteered to go for a ride with him that morning.
When I see the guy walk to the cash register lady, guess what he was holding? No, not a newspaper and coffee like most people of his type. He was holding a pink Hostess Sno Ball. And NOTHING else!
He walks out of the store giving me another frightening look of intimidation but the Sno Ball was CLEARLY visible. It was like watching a sumo wrestler push someone around wearing those bunny pajamas that Ralphie’s aunt made for him from the holiday classic- The Christmas Story (only this time I’m glad my eyes weren’t shot out so I could witness the youtube-worthy humiliation standing before me). This time I’m not scared realizing his reputation as a serious business man was now in serious question. No thriving company would ever consider hiring the proud owner of a Hostess Sno Ball. I smile as he leaves. He pulls away too ashamed to make eye contact with me (or because he needed to see where he was driving, but still, I SO won that battle!)