Sugar Packet Questions

When I was a kid, we ate out a lot.  By "a lot" I mean almost every night.  My mom is a super cook, so I'm not really sure why we ate out so much, but who am I to complain?  Brown Derby was my dad's favorite, plus they had a salad bar, so that's where we usually went, but sometimes we went to TGI Friday's.

To my nine year old self, Friday's was pretty much the most awesome place in the world.  I think it was the flair and cool hats.  Some kids want to be doctors or lawyers--for the entirety of 1991, I aspired to work at Friday's.  I'd rock that hat and have the best flair out of everyone and it would be the most spectacular thing ever.  Eventually, I turned ten and abandoned that dream for something else, but I actually did end up working at TGI Friday's.  And that part really has very little to do with the rest of this, but I thought it was a neat little back story.  I won't even bitch (too much) that they had gotten rid of the flair before I worked there.

Anyway, I haven't been in a Friday's since mine closed a couple years ago, but when I worked there the sugar packets on the tables had funny little questions on them.  Some were trivia (who's face is on the dime) but some were just odd, random questions.  One very boring day, we went through all of them.  Then we were bored again.  I can't handle boredom.  There are too many ways to entertain myself to ever tolerate being bored.  (Yes, I know that's in direct conflict with my screen name.)  So, I took it upon myself to write new questions.  Every now and then, someone else would come up with one, but mine were always the best.  I'm not being conceited, they really were.  That's not a good thing, anyway--the only reason mine were the best is because there's something wrong with me.  And one day that became super extra mega clear.  I came up with the question of all questions:

If everyone who worked here was stranded on a deserted island and you had to eat someone to survive, who would you eat first?

It was the question to end all questions and we spent weeks working on it.  That person had a lot of meat, but they also had some very useful outdoor skills, so eating them might be shooting ourselves in the foot.  This one was annoying as fuck, but might have some medical knowledge.  And so on.  There was talk of choosing the worst two and creating a factory farm of sorts.  We even worked it down to the last five survivors.  I was one of them, which strikes me as odd.  Truth be told, if I were stuck on an island with someone who thinks up that level of disturbing shit, they'd be first to go.  Actually, I'm glad no one else considered that.  It really would have sucked to be the first to bite it in my own mind blowing scenario.

Anyway, the question game sort of died after that.  I made a few half assed attempts, but that question just could not be topped.  And despite my question-god status, it sort of made me sad, at least until I came up with the gnome game with was almost as awesome. 

Then my time at Friday's died.  Even though I was beyond ready, that was sort of sad, too.  During that time, I learned so much about myself, and I met some of the most interesting people I have ever know.  The disturbing thing is that I was in the most fucked up place I've ever been in my whole life.  It's cool though, because I walked away having met two of coolest people I have ever known and I'm luck to be friends with both of them.  Even if we are real adults now.  Sort of.

The question itself, though?  That will never die.  It's been years, but every time I become a part of a group--any group--I find myself considering it.  Who would I eat first...?