The Girl in Wonka's Factory
or
Thank God it's Wonka Friday
People would always tell me stories about Willy Wonka and his amazing chocolate factory- whether I knew them or not. Stories of how six years ago, when I was only twelve, five extremely lucky (and rather unforgettable..) kids found a golden ticket and were allowed to enter his amazing chocolate factory for a day. And one extremely fortunate child won the biggest, and most wonderful prize ever imagined- Willy Wonka's factory itself.
Now, I was never one to sit and listen to these stories more than once- mainly because of the reason I would be yelled at by my boss if I ever stopped more than five seconds to chat about something that wasn't on the menu.
Ah, yes, the menu. The vast menu at Willy's Chocolat Shop. (And yes, it was purposely spelled without an 'e' at the end.)
I never could understand how someone like my boss, the dreaded Mr. S, or Mr. Snappy as I called him, ever got to be boss at one of Willy Wonka's shops.
I mean, Willy Wonka symbolized eternal youth, happiness, and the importance of fun- all of the things Mr. Snappy wasn't.
But, at least I had the privilege of working at Mr. Wonka's one and only Chocolat shop on the outskirts of the factory itself, where everything was some sort of sugary treat and everything was Wonka.
Heck, Willy Wonka was the reason I was making the money I needed to survive. Because of him, I figured that maybe, just maybe, my life could be turned around.
Yes, some people could call me a bit obsessed, while others would simply smile at my dream.
Oh! My dream you want to know? Well, it's pretty simple. To meet the one and only Willy Wonka. True, touring his factory is another dream, and being allowed to work there would be another... but if I had to settle on one of them, it would be the first one.
I mean, who wouldn't want to meet Willy Wonka?