Cinnabon

Feeling super random today. I think this snow has got me climbing the walls. Man was not meant to sit on his butt playing facebook poker with Tom till 1:00 am. (no offense Tom)

Anyway, I did manage to get out of the house yesterday for a little bit. Laura and I took Linc to the mall to get a picture with Santa. While waiting in the line with other exploited consumers I decided to venture out and find some food. I thought to myself, "Self, what about Cinnabon!?"

Cinnabon is one of those places that's a mall favorite, you know? It's been years since I've had one. Back in Jr. High, I remember getting dropped off by my parents at the mall. My friends and I would play Street Fighter 2 in the arcade and get owned by some chubby, older, sweaty guy.(1) We'd then dare each other to go up and talk to a group of girls. But we'd always top off the mall adventure with a visit to Cinnabon. Oh, the glory of it all! The thick icing. The barely baked dough. The grease left over in your to-go box. They'd always be fresh and out of the oven inviting young Jr. Higher's like us into their taste bud, Narnia like, adventure.

This is what I was expecting as I left the Santa line. What I found was something different.

What happened to Cinnabon? Poor, poor cinnabon? Instead of the bouncing, happy, flour sprinkled bakers designing their latest delectable masterpiece I found a greasy,(2) unshaven, hung over, community college student offering me the last, stale, heat lamp hot roll. I thought quickly, and asked if he could make me one with pecans on top. This way he'd be forced to roll me one from scratch and my Jr. High memory would be restored! He went in the back and consulted his boss. His boss came out and explained to me they could not accommodate my request. I walked away empty handed with my memories fading, and my heart breaking.

Oh, how the mighty have fallen.

When I returned to the child exploitation line Laura asked me, "Are you okay? You look like you've been crying."

"I'm fine honey." I mumbled. "Just hungry."

1. Said guy would later be ushered out of the mall by mall cops for shop lifting hosiery because we narked on him. But that's another story.

2. Probably arcade guy's younger brother.