It’s Wednesday morning, and it’s snack time for the campers. As a camp counselor, it’s my job to grab snacks from the snack room. I grab a pile of chips, popcorn, some fruit snacks, and granola bars. I dumped them into a basket. I walked out with the basket. The campers swarmed around me, hungry.
I yell, “Make a single file line! Nobody will get snacks unless there is a single file line!”
After hearing this, the campers scrambled to make a single file line. Once the line was up to my standards, I placed the snack basket on the table. The kids started picking out the snacks.
Eventually, most of the good snacks were gone. What was left were healthy granola bars.
“We want chips!”
“We want Doritos!”
“Ooooo yeah I want Doritos!”
The kids started requesting Doritos. For context, we gave them a lot of Doritos the day before.
“Let me check the snack room,” I say, and I walk over to the snack room. There were only three Doritos left, definitely not enough. Since there wasn’t enough to give everyone Doritos, nobody was getting any Doritos.
I walked back to the campers.
“Sorry guys! There are no more Doritos!”
Right as I said that, Ava, another camp counselor, came out of the snack room… with a bag of Doritos in her hands. The kids turned their heads to Ava and turned back to me with unhappy expressions.
“How come Ava has Doritos?”
“I bet you are lying!”
“Can I please have some Doritos?”
Thinking quickly, I responded,
“Ava brought those Doritos from home. Right Ava?”
Understanding the situation, Ava nodded. The campers were disappointed but walked back to their seats.
However, one camper didn’t go back to her seat and stared at me.
I asked, “BeBe, what’s wrong?”
“I’ve really never had a Dorito before… can Ava give me one? It looks so delicious!” she said, giving Ava and me puppy eyes.
I seriously couldn’t resist her cuteness! Poor kid, how has she never had a Dorito before? Were her parents strict with junk food? As I was about to grab a chip from Ava’s bag to give BeBe, Ava stopped me.
“She’s lying! She was literally eating Doritos yesterday! She is lying to get pity Doritos!”
Holy cow! These kids are smart! I was almost duped by a middle schooler.
“BeBe, go back to your seat. Nobody is getting Doritos,” I said.
Bebe walked back to her seat, looking back at us with her puppy eyes.
I really thought this would be the end of the situation, but BeBe started torturing me the whole day about Doritos.
“I’ll only do my work if you get me Doritos.”
“I will only do it if you get me Doritos.”
“I’ll tell you if you get my Doritos.”
I can’t believe I even thought this kid was cute in the beginning. By the end of the day, I was physically and mentally drained due to BeBe’s pestering.
It was time for the kids to leave. I waved goodbye to everyone about to collapse from exhaustion. BeBe walked up to me and waved.
“Goodbye, BeBe. I’ll see you tomorrow,” I said tiredly.
“Goodbye, Emma. By the way, I don’t even like Doritos,” BeBe said, and she skipped out the door.
WHAT? I was so shocked by the statement. I just stared at her skip out, speechless. I had no energy left to even think about it. I really just wanted to pass out on a couch.
I learned my lesson that day: you should never trust a middle schooler who doesn’t like Doritos.
I yell, “Make a single file line! Nobody will get snacks unless there is a single file line!”
After hearing this, the campers scrambled to make a single file line. Once the line was up to my standards, I placed the snack basket on the table. The kids started picking out the snacks.
Eventually, most of the good snacks were gone. What was left were healthy granola bars.
“We want chips!”
“We want Doritos!”
“Ooooo yeah I want Doritos!”
The kids started requesting Doritos. For context, we gave them a lot of Doritos the day before.
“Let me check the snack room,” I say, and I walk over to the snack room. There were only three Doritos left, definitely not enough. Since there wasn’t enough to give everyone Doritos, nobody was getting any Doritos.
I walked back to the campers.
“Sorry guys! There are no more Doritos!”
Right as I said that, Ava, another camp counselor, came out of the snack room… with a bag of Doritos in her hands. The kids turned their heads to Ava and turned back to me with unhappy expressions.
“How come Ava has Doritos?”
“I bet you are lying!”
“Can I please have some Doritos?”
Thinking quickly, I responded,
“Ava brought those Doritos from home. Right Ava?”
Understanding the situation, Ava nodded. The campers were disappointed but walked back to their seats.
However, one camper didn’t go back to her seat and stared at me.
I asked, “BeBe, what’s wrong?”
“I’ve really never had a Dorito before… can Ava give me one? It looks so delicious!” she said, giving Ava and me puppy eyes.
I seriously couldn’t resist her cuteness! Poor kid, how has she never had a Dorito before? Were her parents strict with junk food? As I was about to grab a chip from Ava’s bag to give BeBe, Ava stopped me.
“She’s lying! She was literally eating Doritos yesterday! She is lying to get pity Doritos!”
Holy cow! These kids are smart! I was almost duped by a middle schooler.
“BeBe, go back to your seat. Nobody is getting Doritos,” I said.
Bebe walked back to her seat, looking back at us with her puppy eyes.
I really thought this would be the end of the situation, but BeBe started torturing me the whole day about Doritos.
“I’ll only do my work if you get me Doritos.”
“I will only do it if you get me Doritos.”
“I’ll tell you if you get my Doritos.”
I can’t believe I even thought this kid was cute in the beginning. By the end of the day, I was physically and mentally drained due to BeBe’s pestering.
It was time for the kids to leave. I waved goodbye to everyone about to collapse from exhaustion. BeBe walked up to me and waved.
“Goodbye, BeBe. I’ll see you tomorrow,” I said tiredly.
“Goodbye, Emma. By the way, I don’t even like Doritos,” BeBe said, and she skipped out the door.
WHAT? I was so shocked by the statement. I just stared at her skip out, speechless. I had no energy left to even think about it. I really just wanted to pass out on a couch.
I learned my lesson that day: you should never trust a middle schooler who doesn’t like Doritos.
