My father liked to have a “little something sweet” every now and then. My mom would buy him different snacks: cream horns, pecan tarts, or a Little Debbie treat.
Little Debbies are those highly artificial, highly satisfying, individually-wrapped snacks in the area of the supermarket where healthy people are never supposed to cruise.
Well, our family was healthy enough to be happy and indulgent enough to be even happier.
The packaging was part of the allure. The hygienic plastic wraps are appealing, and the Little Debbie font is simple and homey. It beckons from the box: "Trust me, I am good." And they are.
The unfortunate thing is that quite near my house there is a company called “Debbie Supply.”
The first time I drove by, my stomach growled, “Oh! That must be a Little Debbie wholesale place!”
Nien, nicht, non, and no such luck, it’s a plumbing place.
I KNOW this, but true to Pavlov, every time I drive by that building my stomach growls and my heart quickens.
Little Debbies are those highly artificial, highly satisfying, individually-wrapped snacks in the area of the supermarket where healthy people are never supposed to cruise.
Well, our family was healthy enough to be happy and indulgent enough to be even happier.
The packaging was part of the allure. The hygienic plastic wraps are appealing, and the Little Debbie font is simple and homey. It beckons from the box: "Trust me, I am good." And they are.
The unfortunate thing is that quite near my house there is a company called “Debbie Supply.”
The first time I drove by, my stomach growled, “Oh! That must be a Little Debbie wholesale place!”
Nien, nicht, non, and no such luck, it’s a plumbing place.
I KNOW this, but true to Pavlov, every time I drive by that building my stomach growls and my heart quickens.
 |  The "Pro-Hardware" must have been added after many a crazed person came in asking for oatmeal creme pies. |
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