In high school, my friend Dana used to pop kettle corn and eat it with my sister, Arlene. I hated the smell of it, and thought it tasted disgusting. Fast forward to earlier this week and Colin brought home this bag of Kettle Corn from Fred Meyer. I made him promise not to breathe on me and he popped it open while we played Mille Borne.
On a bathroom break from the intense competition, I found myself waiting for Colin and bored. I saw the bag just sitting there and decided to try some. Needless to say, Colin walked out to me totally stuffing my face with it. He laughed at me and said, "I thought you hated it?!"
Alright Kettle Corn, I'll admit it, I like you, but only cooled in a bag.
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