In truth it doesn't take a lot to make me happy. Food makes me happy. Good food makes me even happier.
One of the perks of being a priest at St. Sebastian is that we have someone to do our shopping for us. Even more wonderful than that is that the person who shops for us is the fabulous Mrs. C. Every week or so she comes in and sees what we have written on our shopping list and goes shopping for us.
Unfortunately the fabulous Mrs. C has taken to shopping at another store where she feels she finds better deals. What she doesn't find there is Value Time Cheese Curls.
And there they stayed waiting for the perfect moment - the perfect movie - the perfect hunger in which to indulge in what has become a rare treat at the St. Sebastian rectory. Then one day it happened. A friend of mine who shall go only by the name Fr. B. came by to watch a movie. He brought his dog Aticus to play with Sebastian while we were to watch a movie. He calls it "Mutts and Movie Night." Then he said,
There are all kinds of snacks in the house. Pastries, chips, dips, inferior cheese curls, candy, anything in the world a snacker could want - and one solitary bag of Value Time Cheese Curls hidden WAY at the back of the bottoms shelf of a cupboard behind some dog food. Of course Fr. B found it and grabbed it. "But," I thought, "That's fine. There is enough for two of us."
I thought that because I carefully ration out the cheese curls when I eat them. One bag can last through a number of movies thereby spreading out the cheesy delicousness over a number of days.
So I had no fear.
I should have.
And I did not harm him much.
And that is the story of how good of a friend I am.