Some well intentioned soul thought some nice s'mores would be, well,
nice on our little youth camping trip but they forgot that the temps
in lake Powell are well above the hundreds in the day time and the
chocolate all melted into a amorphous mass. They tried to save them
by belatedly popping them into the cooler but by then they were ugly
and then they sank to the bottom of the cooler juice and all of the
wrappers got wet. Oh no the horror. Maybe a little bit melted and
soaked in cooler water turns off a fancy pants to what is essentially
still chocolate but not my siblings and I. We took out the garbage
bags worth of soggy confections and started excavating the precious
chocolate out from juicy paper and entrapped foil. We were digging
through and eating pounds of discarded chocolate when one of the more
sassy other leaders, who had not liked that we came on the trip at
all, told us that that chocolate was for the youth campers and not
us. I pointed out to her that it had been thrown away. She said it
didn't matter it wasn't ours and took the bag away. Spiteful old
witch. We didn't really care except in principle because we had our
fill of chocolate for a while. That lady just kept making sure that
we didn't get anything intend for the campers and would say passive
aggressive stuff about how we shouldn't even be there. Noted, now
shut up you hateful harpy. Before the end of the trip we stole the
garbage chocolate back and ate all of it. Ha ha.
