Walked Away

Today I was remembering a birthday party at a friend's house when I was 9. The girl's father was vice president of Pez candy. When I walked into her house there was a platter, a pyramid of McDonald's hamburgers each one still in its yellow paper wrapping. For dessert there were many flavors of ice cream and Cool Whip with bowls of toppings for constructing the sundae of your choice. I had never seen Cool Whip but it looked great so I piled poofs of it on top of multiple flavors of ice cream. I discovered that I hated Cool Whip and that I had just built a nightmare in a bowl. I was filled with shame and embarrassment because I was taught not to waste food. I discretely placed it on a table and walked away.