My kingdom for a pretzel

Life interrupted my plans once again. I didn’t get my treat yesterday and now I would trade my kingdom for a pretzel if only the pretzel place at the mall delivered to my house. Or at all.

Auntie Anne’s really should deliver pretzels because I want one right now. I don’t feel making a trip to the mall just to buy a pretzel is an efficient use of my gasoline. I would walk, but the mall is too far. So I am at an impasse.

I could have had one yesterday, I was at the mall getting a few things for my children. Things I can’t get when they are with me because it would ruin the surprise!

I was so close! I had my plan in place to purchase my pretzel on the way out of the mall. I had to pass the pretzel store on the way to the exit, so it would be the last thing I picked up. Then suddenly I get a phone call.

“Come pick me up ’cause I missed the bus, Mom.” Oh, dear. It’s winter in New Jersey. Really can’t put this off for too long. So I begin making my way out of the mall. I can still make this plan work.

Tragedy strikes

Unfortunately, by the time I was by the pretzel store, there were five people in line and it didn’t seem to be moving terribly fast. Did I risk it? Nope.

I couldn’t rationalize wasting precious minutes standing in line to get a pretzel when my son needed to get picked up from middle school and I was still about fifteen minutes away.

Oh well. I guess I’ll just mope and whine softly into my keyboard.