One of my favorite commercials, is the Snicker commercial featuring the Brady Bunch’s Marcia Brady. Marcia is so hangry that she’s morphed into a big, mean biker dude. As soon as she takes a bite of her Snickers bar, however, she turns back into the sweet all American girl we know and love. I’d be lying if I said I was any different. I would also be lying if I said that food makes me happier than coffee. I run on Dunkin.
As cranky as I can get when I’m hungry, my younger boys can be absolute curmudgeons. They’re like an 80 year old man going through puberty. Quite frankly, it’s ugly. Like the sour patch in the commercial, he goes from sugary sweet to dastardly sour.
When we were hiking on the Vindhellavegen section of the Kongsvegen, the Mayor had become hungry. As we hiked the Sverre hjornevik, one of the most picturesque parts of the trail, the Mayor’s hangriness started to peak. One problem… The trail was wide enough, but was gravelly in places. If one were to fall of the side of the road, one would fall into a rocky gorge. It wouldn’t be a good outcome.
The Mayor felt the entire mountainside from Borgund to Husom should know of his discontent. He was not quiet in sharing his displeasure. Jake and I trekked to the bottom to see Husom and take pictures, while the Mayor, Goalielocks and the Hubby waited on some benches up the hill.
We finally made our way back up the trail, which was much steeper on the way up than it had been on the descent. The Mayor whose hangriness has reached a new level of ludicrousness was beside himself. His antics were annoying Goalielocks and Jake, leading Goalielocks to ask the Mayor if he could be any louder. This wasn’t not a good question to ask. The Mayor started to scream, shout and clap as he did a jig a la GOB from Arrested Development. Out of breath, I had to stop hiking because I was laughing too hard.
While the Mayor was attempting to annoy his brothers, the rest of us ended up in hysterics because it was truly the funniest thing we’d ever seen. This, of course, only made it worse. It wasn’t until he saw my iphone recording that he started walking normally. As soon as we got back to the Borgund Stave church and museum, we got him some food. We couldn’t unfurl the wrapper off the muffin quick enough. Once the food was on board, my sweet angelic Mayor was back.