As I sit here, waiting for my hair to dry, what I will now describe as the ice cream truck scenario comes to my mind.
Envision an ice cream truck rolls into your neighborhood (assuming it’s “ghetto” enough). You’re excited, so you run up and line up with all the other kids. When it’s finally your turn, you’re told that there’s only a few flavors left, and none of them were the flavors you preferred.
You stare in disbelief. WHAT? SERIOUSLY?
The ice cream man hands you an ice cream. HANDS it to you. You don’t even need to look at it to know you don’t want it. You don’t want something forced on you.
You waited your turn, so you figure you should at least be a little open minded and try one of the flavors. You peer in…and nothing really catches your eye.
But wait! What’s that shiny thing over there? You ask to take a look at the Rainbow Sandwich because it’s so weird that you just had to take a closer look. Hmm…so it’s got all the colors and maybe all the flavors? Cool. Interesting. You might want to try this.
However, it’s like your gut literally tells you, “Dude, don’t do it. Heartburn’s waiting for you.” You stare at the wrapper, knowing you felt there was something off about the Rainbow Sandwich too. Look at all the colors! It’s too tacky…but it piques your curiosity. So you feel half-and-half about it. You’re not sure you want something like this, but then again, you’ve never tried something like this. One second, you’re like Yeah, I think I just maybe, miiiight try this despite my initial feelings and the next, Uh, nooo thank you.
So you distract yourself and the ice cream man by chatting it up a bit while you let the Rainbow Sandwich sit there as you make up your mind. When you finally turn your attention back to the thing, you’re still feeling half-and-half.
You pick it up and decide to read the nutrition facts. At first glance, not bad. It won’t kill you. However, as you acquaint yourself with the rest of the nitty-gritty’s, you find partially hydrogenated oils in it. OH MY GOD. You might clog your heart with that thing! You peer into the ice cream truck, wondering if there’s a defibrillator anywhere. You stare at the nutrition facts. Is it worth the (most likely temporary) fun of eating rainbows?! You turn the Rainbow Sandwich around again and scratch your head as it melts.
Gut feeling still tells you NO, for one reason or another. It might not be the partially hydrogenated oils. It might be something else. Heck, it might be a deadly combo.
Gut feeling’s usually spot-on.
…But who doesn’t love rainbows? You get intrigued by them at first, but you end up chasing wind.
AND there’s no pot of gold at the end.
Well, at least it’s fun.
You finally decide to hand the Rainbow Sandwich back to the nice ice cream man whose name you found out was Bob Saget. You decide that if you really want to try the Rainbow Sandwich, you’ll let “fate” do its thing, however that may look. For now, the nutrition facts and your gut say no.