Sunday, October 3, 2010
Scattered Childhood Memories #2: Innocence Lost
A few days later, along comes my friend Beth, who takes one look at the gumball machine, pops off the bottom, and shows me how to not only get my money back, but to get all the gumballs I want, whenever I want, without having to pay. Sheer brilliance!
Of course, soon the gum is gone, and I don't have much in the way of $avings to show for my losses. And so the gumball machine becomes a useless toy, like a Pez dispenser without the Pez (unless you collect them, which I began to do in my late teens. They're much easier to collect than gumball machines, though. Where was I going with this?)
So, to summarize:
I was ecstatic when Beth first showed me the secret of the gumball machine. But I was sad soon after, once the gum had all been devoured. I wished she had never shown me how to open the bottom. Wished that had been left a mystery.
Wished I wasn't so darn greedy.
Woe to the gumballs.