Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Self-serving versions of guilt

What is a true guilty act? Not criminal, but self-serving in a "Moi" sort of way. Everyone has their own interpretation.

It could be sneaking an ample sip of your dad's home-brewed Black Cherry wine before the Harvest Moon Ball. The High School years offered innocent moments of self-serving guilt.
Is it visiting the pastry department's rolling rack at 10 am when everyone else is attending a staff meeting? The answer to that question is easy, Guilty as charged. It's fairly well known that I have a PhD in sneaking food guilt. Besides, I make much more sense after eating two pieces of our chef's outrageously delicious sour cream coffee cake. When it's still warm, there's a three spot on the line.

Is it sneaking in front of people at the airport when you have only 20 minutes to catch a flight to the slopes at Snow Basin and the line is longer than a football field? "Me first" guilt never gets old. Anyway, missing that flight to Utah was not an option. We both know that!

Is it stopping by Wawa on Thursday afternoon when the asphalt is 900 degrees and all that can save you is a Wawa freezer shake or two? There's no time to drive to Ray's Drive-in for a fix. You need that liquid ice cream rush now! Heat salvation is a free pass anywhere on Planet Guilty. Watch for a new show debuting this fall on Guilty TV called "Rescue Shake 911" starring me. It's very cool and satisfying.

Self preservation is a Guilty-filled experience. Accept the truth and join the club!