|Brown is Chocolate, Red is...Power?|
Living in Brasil has meant learning to adjust to a whole new world of brands and flavors. Typical Brazilians do not commonly eat cereal, which leads to a pretty lean selection, for a steeper price. Thus, I was quite pleased to discover a rising assortment of the "Sugar flake" variety, which, in agreement with corporate opinion, are not just good, but are indeed, "Grrrrrrrrreat! In fact, it appears Brasil is a few brands ahead of the Canadian market when it comes to these pseudo-corn confections.
|Seriously, I can hear a Top Ten list forming |
in my head, just looking at that bear...
Anyways, the real adventure came as I popped the box open yesterday morning and was met with a tsunami of nostalgia.
A "Free-Inside" Hot Wheels! (The kind that drives when you pull it back)
I know, right? Totally awesome! In one moment, I was transported right back to those moments of sweet vindication that make childhood worthwhile. [Now, I have to admit, the car was contained in a separate package from the cereal, which defeats the whole purpose of searching through the cereal to get the prize, but in that moment, it was nothing but pure thrill!]
Then came the cold dose of reality:
"I have no use for a Hot Wheels car! What am I going to do with this thing? I have enough clutter in my apartment back home...Oh well, I suppose I can always just give it away to some kid here in Brasil..."
But after I finished my hummingbird-worthy breakfast, I came upon a new discovery...This little guy comes with "Do-It-Yourself" stickers! You know what that means!
"Ashleigh! Cancel my appointments for the next five minutes, I have a ride to pimp!"
Let me tell you, man. I stuck those stickers. With precision enough to make an artist weep, I placed those 17 minute bad boys like a boss. Soon I was holding up my finished creation for the world to behold. She was a beauty. She was perfect. She was...mine?
It wasn't just those black and orange stickers that found themselves attached to my little car. Like a sentimental fool, I'd gone and instilled value in something I was planning to just give away.
O FOUR-WHEELED HEART-BREAKER, THY NAME IS HOT WHEELS!
Well, I suppose I have a tough decision ahead of me...So, at this point, I'd like to put the question out there,
Q1: What would you do in my situation?
Q2: Have you ever found yourself outrageously attached to something ridiculously silly? If so, what is it?
Let me know your thoughts,