(I am writing this message now, incase the poisons and toxins of what I have ingested takes hold once more and I go to rest in that old pine box or my memory of the incident is erased.)
Over the past year , I have traveled to 8 different locations around the US and I have flown through Salt Lake City each time. While passing through the SLC airport, one shop stood out to me. It beckoned and called to me like the seductive siren temptresses in Homer’s Odyssey. During the last seven journeys that I have made, I have successfully resisted its alluring aroma. I fled each time, yet I inwardly knew that my resistance, my barrier against such evil and seduction, was failing with each pass. Finally, on the eighth trip, I succumbed to its pleading and begging…I visited CINNABON!!! I am ashamed to admit it, but I walked right up and ordered an old fashioned cinnamon roll. The server pulled it out and slopped scoops of icing on to its already gazed surface. I sat down at a table and took my first bite…The next thing I remember is licking my fingers. I got up from the table in a daze and staggered to my departing gate. Fortunately, the plane was still there, but people were already boarding it. From this experience, I learned that I lost around 15 to 30 minutes of my life right there because I don’t remember it. On top of that, I don’t know what the lasting affects to my health will be after consuming that much sugar in one sitting…it will probably knock 1 or 2 days off my mortal life span.