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| Why I hate popcorn |
| 04.21.05 (7:31 am) [edit] |
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I used to love popcorn. I remember Monday nights watching "Little House on the Prairie" with my mom and eating popcorn. (Ditto on Friday nights watching "Donny & Marie") But then I went to college. And my disdain of all corn popped began. Marcie (or was it Marcy?) was my roommate. She was from Atlanta as well. I didn't really like her from the start, but I kept an open mind. She wanted us to have these hideous matching checkerboard sheets and matching comforters. (Reminded me of NASCAR for some reason - she had no taste.) Marcie/Marcy loved popcorn. As in she ate it 3x a day. At least. The girl lived on popcorn and diet coke. And she made it in one of those older poppers that you put the oil in, with the corn, and it spun around. When it was done, you flipped it over and the top became the 'bowl'. The room reeked of popcorn. Constantly. And I was constantly cleaning up those damn kernels that didn't pop. How they ended up all over the place, I have no idea. After our brush with the law the first weekend of college, it went downhill. She was homesick. Was convinced her future was dammed because of her 1/2 night in jail. (It was a great oppty to expand our social reputation!) Never left the room except for classes (and I guess to stock up on popcorn and diet coke) ALWAYS on the phone with her parents. Asking me to leave the dorm room so she could talk to them when I was trying to study. Or sleep. F'ing annoying that a 19 year old girl can't be away from mommy & daddy for 4 week stretches. Marcy/Marcie went home Labor Day weekend and Fall break. She quit school to go back home before Thanksgiving. We were two weeks from the end of the quarter and she quit. Tuition was about $10k/quarter. When she left (good riddance!), I had the room to myself for a quarter. It was nice having a huge bed (even if it was those hideous checked NASCAR sheets). I kept finding those damn kernels ALL year long. No matter how much cleaning I did, it was like the ghost of Marcy/Marcie was leaving them for me. It's been 15 years and I have not touched popcorn since. Can't stand the smell. Blech. Then spring quarter, I had the Panamanian drug dealer move in... |
posted by: MerMaid (reply)
post date: 04.21.05 (5:02 am)
I used to work in a gymnastics facility. I coached and was also the office manager. I was excited when the boss bought a movie theater style popcorn machine into the office to sell to the kids. UGH....I hated it within a week. As if the smell is not bad enough, I made the mistake of burning a batch or two. The stench lingers for DAYS!
Okay...gotta run and hurl now!
posted by: trekguy (reply)
post date: 04.21.05 (5:07 am)
I once got really drunk on Gin and orange juice in the peace corps, I threw up all night long, and staggered around the school drunk in the middle of the night!!. I could not drink orange juice for YEARS afterward!!!
posted by: ScubaDiva (reply)
post date: 04.21.05 (5:12 am)
Reply to: MerMaid
Ick ick ick.
On the upside, when I go to the movies, one never has to worry about me stealing their popcorn!
posted by: ScubaDiva (reply)
post date: 04.21.05 (5:13 am)
Reply to: trekguy
What a lovely picture... I've never gotten so drunk I hurled. Then again I've never had a hangover either.
I drink, I get drunk REALLY quickly and I pass out. Wake up perfectly fine.
posted by: chicalookate (reply)
post date: 04.21.05 (5:57 am)
I really am sorry popcorn was ruined for you. It sounds like it was more her than the popcorn. :D I made some on the stove the other night. It was yummy.
posted by: linda (reply)
post date: 04.21.05 (7:42 am)
I'm sitting at work on my lunch break eating a bag of caramel corn while I'm reading your blog...I know how you feel though, when someone microwaves popcorn here at work and then it burns, it makes me queasy...
posted by: SweetDiva (reply)
post date: 04.22.05 (10:35 am)
OMGness.....this is why I knew I could NEVER go to college and live in a dorm......being an only child I would of NEVER made it with a roommate!
but I love popcorn.....yummy.
posted by: LarryConley (reply)
post date: 04.23.05 (3:21 am)
Night in Jail? ;)
Don't think I've heard that story before.....
posted by: NurseNancy (reply)
post date: 04.23.05 (12:52 pm)
I hate the smell of the fake "butter" in those ready pop bags of microwave popcorn. It makes me choke.
posted by: islandArtist (reply)
post date: 04.27.05 (8:01 pm)
I've been wanting to read this story since you told me about it... ya, I'm a little late. But I GET your hatred of the popped corn now.
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