I was talking to a coworker recently when the conversation turned toward last night's supper. It turned out that he had had fish sticks. The way that he said it though was almost confessional. It was like he was apologizing or thinking longingly of some ideal supper that he missed out on for a few oblong battered fish pieces.
Admittedly, whenever I hear that we are going to have fish sticks it seems like I regress to about age 5. I have a tendency to whine and stamp my foot. But the funny thing is, once we sit down and eat them I always enjoy them. The anticipation of the fish sticks is far worse than the actual fish stick experience!
I am not sure what this little nugget (or fillet, if you will) of insight might mean for the rest of life as a whole, but I am pretty sure there is something there. Heck, some smart TV guy could probably get an entire Hallmark Sunday Night Movie out of it, or at least a Lifetime network movie. Does anybody know if the Mom from Family Ties is still working?