For some people it is ketchup packets, for others it is little bottles of shampoo. Have you ever swiped a little something or other from a hotel or restaurant that was complimentary... but it still felt like stealing? I knew a guy who used to get his kicks from swiping the toilet paper rolls from public restrooms. He said it was offered and he took it. I say it is only offered for immediate use and outside of that immediate use it is "swiping" and it is morally wrong. WRONG, I TELL YOU, WRONG!!!
Well, I'm a bad, bad girl because I totally swiped myself some jam the other day. I had the audacity to ask my sticky lipsticked waitress for more jam (after using all that was on the table) just so I could stuff my pockets. I couldn't help it. I was unprepared for its yumminess, it was so swipeable, and... and... and I really wanted to enjoy it on my toast today. Why would I do something so obviously sinful? Why would I risk the fate of my very soul for a couple single serving packets of jam? Because, this was no ordinary, rubbery, tasteless gelatinous brick of single serving jelly. No, this was (DUN DUN DUN) freezer jam. Yes, at The Family Pancake House amid all the coffee cups and old people you can find the bright, sweet, fresh taste of heaven that is freezer jam. Oh sweet goodness. And as I sit here licking my jam dabbled lips I can't help but think that my soul wouldn't have it any other way.
(I didn't really stuff my pockets. I just brought home these three so that I could blog about it. Blogging has apparently turned me to the Dark Side.)