I pulled out of the Sonic drive-thru and popped a tater tot in my mouth. Normally, I love tater tots. I’d totally swipe them off someone’s lunch tray and stuff them away in my pocket for later. This particular tater tot had a chewy consistency, like it *had* been sitting around in someone’s pocket. That in itself is a scary thought, and most people would have stopped eating the tater tots. Not me. I paid for them, thank you, and I was going to get my money’s worth. And I did. I ate every single, chewy, stale tater tot in the box, and with each bite, I thought about every time I’ve heard someone say, “Don’t eat it if you don’t want it.”
So why did I do it? What was I trying to prove? That question has haunted me for years. I have no answer now, but I hope that I find the answers here…in the process.
