I harbored a long running crush in middle school. Fine, middle and high school, but that's not the point. I first fell for this crush in 7th grade. I was devastated when he moved away then ecstatic when he returned in 8th grade.
This was an unrequited love of course. That is until a brief moment at an 8th grade dance. A sarcastic friend ruined the moment with play by play commentary. I can still hear her exact words, "ever tasted stale pretzels?"
Well, I got my first taste of stale that day in 8th grade.
The stale pretzels were a recurring phenomenon of middle and high school. Alas, aren't they the recurring nightmare of all teenagers?
So why do I taste stale pretzels now?!?!
Okay fine, I might like the taste of an occasional stale pretzel!
I hate pretzels.