Boy scout this, bitches!

Be prepared! Right? That's what those little tykes say in their back packs and uniforms as they hike around looking for birds, earning patches, eating grass, or whatever they do.   Be prepared!

At the flower show last thursday, I was a bad boy scout. I was not prepared.  I was hangry...you know...so hungry that you're angry? That was me. I brought a tiny cute cross body bag to hold my stuff.  I was in the city, I didn't want shit to get swiped on the train (maybe that's a bit of suburban preparedness).  In my cute cross body bag, however, was NOT my typical snacks...larabar, nuts, etc.  1:30, I thought, hmm, I probably should have brought a snack, I'm a bit hungry. 1:45...popped a piece of gum in my mouth. Around 2:00, all hell broke lose inside my head. Hanger had struck. I was like a wild animal ferociously looking for food. And let me tell you, there was food :ice cream, doritos, really really creepy old fruit salad, there was chocolate bars.  None of it, except for the disgusting mold fruit salad, was vegan.  FUCK. I walked from stand to stand, looked at every cookie, every pastry, not a damn thing I could consume.  2:30, I was ready to renounce veganism.

Then around 2:45, Like the parting of the red sea, the crowd opened and a light shone down. I walked towards the light, the pretzel stand. The dude couldn't confirm if the pretzels contained butter (folks-news flash, a lot of pretzels do), but he was able to radio the god of the pretzel stands who confirmed that they were vegan.) Hallelujah. I ate a pretzel. Calmness returned.

Moral of the story: I learned ABC: Always Be Carrying (a larabar).