It never got old.
I often stopped for an Auntie Anne's pretzel when at the mall or our local Walmart. (Yep, our Walmart has an Auntie Anne's. Weird? Maybe. But delicious.)
I'm guessing it has something to do with being carbs. And bready. And felt good on my stomach when I'm so nauseous all the time while pregnant.
Either way, I love me some soft pretzels, and this pregnancy is no different.
I've been stopping at the mall at least 1x a week for said pretzel, and, you know, to let my kid run around on the playground & such since it's been so cold lately.
The other day, I was giddy about my pretzel sticks. I had gotten myself & Eme inside the mall. Was pushing her along in her stroller. Got to Auntie Anne's. Ordered up my delicious pretzel sticks and cheese (what? I didn't mention the fake-cheese craving, too?), then went over to the little bar thing to get some napkins and a straw.
I remember setting my bag full of yummy goodness down on that counter and thinking Don't you dare forget that bag, woman! Before you know it, I had situated my drink in the stroller, gotten Emeline a bite of my pretzel (yes, I share with my daughter. I have a heart, y'all) and off I went.
WITHOUT MY PRETZEL BAG.
I went an entire mall "block" (if you know what I mean), before realizing that I had situated my drink and all, but THE PRETZEL BAG WAS MISSING.
***CUE HORROR FILM MUSIC***
I literally panicked. Cravings are LEGIT for me, and the thought of losing those beloved pretzel sticks made my pregnant heart sad.
So I did what anyone would do, and I turned the heck around faster than you could say the word and started booking it back to the Auntie Anne's store. I mean, it's a fairly dead weekday afternoon at the mall, they'll still be there.
I finally get to where I am in eye-line with The Bag. I see them sitting there. And THEN? I see a group of teenagers start hovering around MY BAG OF PRETZELS.
One boy even has the nerve to peek his face in the bag (without touching), and they are all giving each other the look of Let's just take it and run!
My insides were on fiyah by this point. I NEEDED THOSE PRETZELS and gosh darn it, those kids were NOT gonna take what was rightfully mine, yo.
So then I did it. I did what would have HORRIFIED me if my mother had ever done. What would have horrified me if I had witnessed anyone else doing.
I shouted, "HEY! Those are mine!" and was all don't you even think about it in my tone.
*hangs head in shame*
I made sure to give them a smile and thank them for taking care of my bag of pretzels for me. I almost started word vomiting about being pregnant and how horrible of a thing to take away a pregnant woman's cravings. But I didn't.
I did, however, get my pretzels back. Fully in tact. And fully delicious.