I hadn't seen one for ages, so of course it prompted me to tell Blake fun stories from my childhood. Like how my dearest wish was (and maybe still is?) to win one of those Nickelodeon/Toys R Us shopping sprees. You know, the ones where you entered to win a five-minute, frenzied run through Toys R Us, followed by a film crew. Where you'd get to put anything you wanted in your shopping cart, and you got to keep anything in the cart at the end of the five minutes?
Oh, how I wanted to win.
My brothers and I would spend countless afternoons mapping out our plans and watching re-runs of the most current winner running gleefully through the store. Those guys were amateurs, though.
Don't go for the GI Joe aisle, you idiot! Head for the N64's and the bikes. They're worth more money. You can sell them later and then buy yourself some GI Joes. Duh. Who were these kids anyhow?
And why didn't I win?
Every time I got to make a wish --whether it was upon blowing out my birthday candles, seeing a shooting star, or making it through a long tunnel while holding my breath -- I would wish for that shopping spree. I still do it out of habit, in fact. Nevermind that I'm 24 and that the contest went the way of the world in the late 90's.
Just in case the option ever does come back or my timeless wish finally comes true (and they let in the over-21 crowd), Blake and I have a plan. We spent the rest of the drive formulating it, and although the Nintendo technology has changed and I've gained more than a few pounds, the strategy is the same: run for the bike aisle, take as many tags as you can...head for the Wii's and XBoxes...it's simple really.
Here's a little something to bring on the nostalgia:
(sigh) Those were the days. Simpler days. Wonderful days.