So, this morning right after breakfast I went over to the MSC to check my mail. Lucky me, my folks sent me a care package consisting of perhaps 2 pounds of that luscious Ghiradelli chocolate.
Moving at a speed that would put The Flash™ to shame, I ran up to my room, stuck it in our little fridge, and informed my Ol’ Lady (roommate to you non-Aggies) to help himself if he wants.
We’re both gluttonous bastards, and being in the Corps of Cadets here has allowed us to appear skinnyer (more skinny?) than we would be. Plus, that amount of Ghiradelli was intended to be shared with him anywho.
After sticking it in the fridge, I leave for my morning classes, coming back around 11:30 or so.
It’s gone. All gone.
You see, I had forgotten one of the cardinal rules for Buddies(fellow classmates in your outfit). “Whenever a buddy gets a care package, food radar goes on high alert.”
Because we’re more or less a extended family, it’s not uncommon for us to casually walk in and nip a coke if you yourself is all out. And vice versa.
Still, I was completely knocked on the floor by this.
All that Lucious Ghiradelli™ gone? That’s been a family tradition since we lived in San Francisco! And I didn’t even get a bite…
I have no doubt that my Ol’ Lady is innocent of wrongdoing. More likely a buddy (or several) came in looking for a coke, and found Ghiradelli.
So hear me out, you bastards! I’m going to find who you are and punish you! Do you hear me? Punish you!
I don’t have a slew of liberated “This vehicle marked for towing” stickers from the Traffic Cops for nothing.