Ah yes...the good old days.
Remember that time, down at the old downtown SunMart. Seems BigBrother was going through the checkout line, where poor Mallory ,still in high school and sporting those spectacular braces and pigtails, was manning the cash register. Now this is old school....no bar codes. Poor Mal had to ring in every item, and BigBrother, being a notorious penny pincher, had his mitts full of coupons. Poor Mal couldn't do the math, the checkout line impatiently grew longer by the minute, and one thing leads to another. Next thing you know, we get the call, don the berets (I vetoed the thong idea if you'll recall) and charge into Sun Mart. Everything was fine, of course, until you spotted the Hostess Ho-Ho's, and then your focus on the job at hand disappeared. Had to drag your happy arse out the doors, kicking and screaming.....embarassing to say the least.
BigBrother ends up deep-sixed from Sun-Mart for life, Mallory gets fired, and the Muscatine Extreme Guardian Angels (MEGA, as we called ourselves) were forced to give up their charter and go free lance. Tragic.
