Gimme, gimme, gimme a goodie bag

Grab bags, goodie bags, treat bags – call them what you will, but I like them no matter their name.

I have always been a fan of the goodie bag, and some of it has to do with the suspense over the contents.

You can never be too sure about what’s going to be in one of them, and that can be part of the thrill.

Plus when I get one, for example, after having gone to some event or celebration, I like that feeling of not going home empty-handed, especially if I didn’t win any door prizes.

I suppose this says something about my personality or sheds some insight on my wiring, none of it very savory or character edifying.

Gimme, gimme, gimme. Me, me, me.

Sure, I might react nonchalantly when I’m handed a goodie bag on my way out the door from this or that, and give the old “You didn’t have to do that” response, but when I get to my car, I gleefully dump the contents onto the passenger seat and take stock of what’s before me.

Suddenly I am that wide-eyed child just back from an evening out trick-or-treating on Halloween, assessing my candy loot after a busy night of doing door-to-door begging.

When our kids were little, and we were having birthday parties for them, my list of things to do always included making up treat bags for any other children who might be on hand.

For the most part, these kind of treat bags include an assortment of candy and maybe some kind of little toys or something.

I may have actually invested more energy in preparing the goodie bags than anything else.

A goodie bag from an event is not to be taken lightly, because somebody or some committee usually has taken time to approach businesses for donations to do these, so I can appreciate the effort behind them.

And the contents.

Yes, I’m delighted to acquire emery boards, pens, pencils, little pads of paper, letter openers, magnifying glasses, lint rollers, candy, mints and more.

That’s probably because I’ll use them at some time or another.

Other things I just like to have in case I’m going to use them, including a mini sewing kit with some thread and a needle. I’m not a big fan of mending, but I could undergo a conversion some day, I suppose.

When something shows up in a goodie bag that I know I won’t ever use, I play Santa Claus and give it to someone else who needs or wants it.

A child safety gun lock was in a recent goodie bag I got, which I gave to a co-worker.

“Go ahead,” I thought to myself in a Clint Eastwood kind of way. “Make someone’s day.”

After all, the only heat I’m packing is menopause.

(Kiaski, a resident of Steubenville, is a staff columnist and features writer for the Herald-Star and The Weirton Daily Times and community editor for the Herald-Star. She can be contacted at