Thursday, July 10, 2008

Why I call it 'the licorice store'

You've heard me say it a couple of times in this blog that I'm going to the licorice store, when what I really mean is that I'm going to buy some wine. Or maybe some beer. But I'm really going to the liquor store. And today I'm here to tell you the reason why I call it that.
It all happened a long time ago, when a certain girl, who's going into the 7th grade this year, was in kindergarten at our school. Or was she in 1st grade back then? I can't remember which.
We have an athletic director at our school whose two daughters have since graduated, but his youngest, Maddy, still attends. I help her dad at school doing secretarial work occasionally for him, producing booklets when we host tournaments, and finding him help for sporting events when he needs it. And every year on my birthday or Christmas, he gives me a present.
One year, he let Maddy come along to help him pick out my gift. I remember her running into the school office with a big smile on her face, followed by her father, who was also smiling. She proudly offered me a paper sack, and very excitedly, said in her little-girl voice, "We've been to the Licorice Store and I picked you out a present!"
I'm telling you, I couldn't think what might be in the bag, other than licorice which I think tastes really horrid, but I was planning on being gracious about it. She was just so darn cute. And when I opened the bag, I was surprised to find that it was a bottle of bourbon. Maddy and her dad had actually been to the Liquor Store. I wondered if it had been a let down for her when she got inside and found no candy, but she seemed excited and happy with the present, regardless.
I was tickled, as were others who witnessed the scene, at Maddy's verbal description of the store, and it turned into a sort of catch-phrase at our school.
Whenever any of us is having a really bad day, we jokingly say that we're going to need to stop at the Licorice Store on the way home. There's not much that drives me to drinking, well except when my son won't stop driving his hot rod Lincoln.
It was just so cute, and something that stuck. And it was better gift than the bourbon.
And that, my dear readers, is the story of the Licorice Store. See now? Aren't you glad you stopped by today to find out?
Don't worry. I plan on continuing my other story from yesterday . . .
Photo borrowed from Leo Reynolds at Flickr.com.

13 comments:

tj said...

...Good Morning Kate! Yep, I kinda gathered that the "Licorice Store" was a candy store for grown ups...lol... ;o)

...And Miss Maddy did good. She's learning the ropes early on on how to be a great gift giver! lol...

...Blessings girl... :o)

Mental P Mama said...

Love it! I hope your licorice helped you feel a little better;) Take good care.

Working Mom said...

That is too cute!! What a funny story!

A little licorice every now and again is a good thing! =)

TSannie said...

I will never go to the liquor store again! And I feel the same way about licorice as you do! Wonderful story and memory.

Hilary said...

Licorice never tasted so good. Great story .. gotta love kidlets. :)

emily said...

that's kind of like 50 cent going to the candy shoppe.. except i think it's really a brothel.

noble pig said...

Oh that's just adorable...I love it.

Treasia said...

What a cute little story. I bet Maddy still calls it a licorice store even today.

Shimmy Mom said...

What a fun story. I love when the cute things that kids say become a staple because then you don't forget them. They can be such trials at times it good to remember when they were cute.

Debra (a/k/a Doris, Mimi) said...

Hmmmm...candy is dandy but liquor is quicker! A little licorice sounds kinda good right now. Love the story! Hope your packing is going well.

Hugs,
Debra

Treasia said...

Hey Kate stop by my blog sometime and pick up your award I gave you.

Egghead said...

I love the things kids say and how excited they are about everything. What a cute story.

OneCowgirl said...

From now on I will be calling it the licorice store....and if I have too much licorice I may have to say I have the flu the next day