Tempted by the food of another
Mmmm ... the greatest smell on Earth!
Wafting towards me from the seat directly in front. It surrounds me. Slowly engulfs me. Tempting and tantalizing, calling, “Go get some. Go get some.” I must resist. I must say no. They are absolutely horrible for me.
Little nutritional value and awful on the cholesterol.
And it would take about 37,000,000 hours on the treadmill to burn them off.
Giving in would lead to nothing but regret, nothing but wondering what happened to Will Power, a guy I haven’t seen in a long time. NOOOOOOO!
SHE’S PUTTING VINEGAR ON THEM!
That makes them smell even better, if that’s possible.
I bet they taste awesome, like nothing else.
My resolve is weakening. Not sure if I can hold on.
But I must resist. I must say no.
I tempted to lean ahead and ask the stranger in front if I could have one.
Just one. Please.
She seems to be really enjoying them.
Maybe I should just treat myself and get the same enjoyment. I deserve it.
It’s not like I have them often — I’ve only given in once all season, which is not bad considering the amount of time I spend at the rink.
I look around. Others have already succumbed to the temptation. They are face and eyes into it, and not showing any visible signs of guilt or remorse. To heck with it. I’m going for it. You only come this way once. Life’s too short.
Live a little.
“But Steve,” asks the voice of my conscience, “how will feel you about this decision in an hour or tomorrow?”
I pause for a second.
The answer is, honestly, unfulfilled.
Still, despite this internal debate and against the voice of reason, I give in.
Darn you, Stadium Fries.