Yes, Tylor was right when he guessed that one of us stated that everyone knows what Otter Pops were. Shaun wanted to head over to the grocery store and just start asking random people. I just jump started it by asking on yesterday’s little poll. Approximately 75% of you knew what they were. Frankly, I thought you would all know. Aren’t you proud of me for not simply deleting those comments that claimed they didn’t know?? (Thanks to all that answered and hello to my first time commenters. Hi Rick…you nearly made me fall off the chair when I realized who you were!)
Ever since I’ve known him, Shaun has always had an addiction of one sort or another. When we first met, he was a closet smoker (as if anyone can hide that stench). Over the years the addiction has been many things including chewing tobacco, gum, sunflower seeds and most recently…Otter Pops.
Throughout most times of the year, finding them is no problem. You can easily find them in any grocery store or just pick up a case of about two zillion at Costco. Yet, as the seasons changed and the days grew shorter so did the supply of Otter Pops. For my dear husband, I bought the last two cases that Costco carried and figured that would be fine to make it through the winter. Instead, he made it through the end of the year…just barely.
Thus began the Great Otter Pop Hunt. During my errands, I kept an eye out for some wayward box the icy treats in corners and clearance sections of all the places that had carried them. They were no where to be found. In desperation, Shaun accompanied me on my next trip to the grocery store. We searched high and low. Finally, Shaun spotted a hapless box boy.
In a loud booming voice Shaun called out to him. “Young man! Do you have any Otter Pops? Do you know what they are? They’re….”
I froze. This wasn’t my sweet husband asking for help. Somehow I was I was suddenly back to being a teenage girl being unreasonably humiliated while my dad gave some stranger the third degree. I couldn’t help it, instead of following to see where the Otter Pops were hidden, I went down a different aisle, desperately hoping that nobody knew I was with that loud mouthed man.
In a moment, Shaun found me, giddy to be carting a box of one hundred Otter Pops with him and wondering where I had gone. When I told him that he had sounded exactly like my dad, he burst out laughing. My mom has always told me that Shaun and my dad are exactly alike and instances like this just go to prove it.
Later on, sounding just like one of our petulant teens, I told him that he didn’t have to describe Otter Pops to that boy without even giving him a chance to talk. Then I went on to say that everyone knew what Otter Pops were. Of course, Shaun had to disagree with me. He bet that at least twenty percent of the population hadn’t a clue.
I hate it when he’s right…