As it turns out, I was unable to debut my generous nacho cheese sauce skills at the snack shack tonight. Heavy rains earlier in the day left the baseball diamond with a muddy hangover. The door of the snack shack was never even unlocked.
We showed up to the field, Christian in his uniform and I in my hairnet, but our eagerness to perform was not strong enough to will the moisture from the ground. The world will never know what I could have done.
All day I had been prepping—thinking up new snow cone flavor combos (blue raspberry with cherry and grape), tossing cinnamon and sugar on an empty paper towel roll (fake churro), and pumping handsoap (imaginary nacho cheese sauce) lavishly onto construction paper corn chips. After a few hours, I was really IN THE ZONE. (If you haven’t ever trained for the snack shack, you won’t understand the intensity.)
It was all for nothing.
This has pretty much ruined my entire weekend.
What a bummer! I hope you get another chance soon.
You are hilarious! Sorry the rain ruined your snow cone creation opportunity, hopefully you’ll have another shot at it!
one day you will be called up and at least then you will be prepared!
I can’t wait to get it when this story comes out on DVD. What an inspiring flick it will be.
I should come out and train you. Snack Shack girl was my summer job during high school. My advice. Bubble-gum raspberry sno-cones and nacho cheese on the popcorn! Loved it!
At least you still have dog sitting to look forward to, right?
How’d you train for that?
I had no idea the training was so intense. I hope you get the chance to use your mad snack shack skills.
You are intense! Literally, ‘in tents’.
Look out snack shack, her comes Tiff!
ps. You should have your own rainy day snack shack on the curb in front of your house complete with laptop.
Nacho cheese for dinner tonight?
Remember that creepy snack shack at the baseball field behind Midvale Middle? That’s what this story reminded me of. The unpleasant, unsmiley lady that would never give me enough nacho cheese sauce and then scowl. Please create nicer memories for the patrons you will be serving.
Dang it. Stupid rain.
The day I worked the concession stand at the baseball field for the first time, my son asked me “so do I go to afterschool care now that you have a job at the baseball field?” I thought it was pretty funny… a full time little league baseball concession worker…
melissa (emily’s sister)
This is really April. Loved reading back posts. I almost never get time to read blogs at this stage of my life. So, I have to read a bunch at once. You are a great writer. I have thought of you a lot this month. Happy late birthday. I hope it was great.
Miss you. Take care. Love you.
What a huge let down! No baseball, and no Nacho Cheese (yes, I capitalized that) I hope you recover soon!
as you know, nobody, NOBODY is more devastaed about your lack of nacho cheesiness than mindi.
i’m wearing a black armband for you even as i type.
Man! I am sorry. And sorry for all of those who would have been wowed by all of the nacho cheese they got (lots of cheese is my constant wish). I bet they’ll be a next time.
And by the way – that fish on your lawn really is odd. What the heck?
THAT SUCKS!!!
And it totally messes with my new motto: If you like it then you shoulda put some cheese on it.
We have snack bar duty in a couple of weeks. I am pretty excited about it
So FUNNY!
Thanks for the comment on my blog. In this economy I need every kudo I can get.