Can You Repeat The Question, Please?

So I am on my lunch break from work. I go to Sbux because I have a major headache and I'm not sure as to the reason why: dehydration, lack of caffeine, too many phone calls/stupid people, hunger, I just really have no idea. So I figure a glass of ice water and a cup of coffee can't hurt.
While I'm in said establishment, I hear someone mention popcorn. I smile to myself, and when my friends/baristas ask why I am smiling, I simply ask, "Have I told you the popcorn story?"

They (suprisingly) respond with, "No, do tell."

I then begin to regale them with the story of how I do not like popcorn.

I notice that there is a rather small child that appears to be semi-listening to me. This doesn't really bother me because I feel that the story doesn't necessarily need to be censored, nor is it extremely inappropriate. It's just funny and kinda awkward.
However, I notice that the child becomes increasingly more disturbed the longer I tell my story.

A customer comes to the window, and my friend/barista is forced to go and actually work. I take the opportunity to talk to the little boy.

Me: Hi.
Small Child: "Hi.
Me: How are you?
Small Child: Good. I had a rough day at school so my mommy brought me to get a drink [holds Frappacino up with a whipped cream smile].
Me: That's nice of her [continues small talk for a few minutes].
Small Child: Can I ask you a question?
Me: Sure.
Small Child: Do you really not like Popcorn?
Me: Nope. Not one bit.
Small Child: [wide eyed, tears welling up] Why not?
Me: I don't know. I just don't.
Small Child: [walks away to the mom, tugs on her skirt; she leans down to see what's wrong as the child starts to silently cry; she looks at me worriedly] Mommy, she said she doesn't like Popcorn. Why doesn't she like Popcorn? Everyone likes puppies!!
Mom: [stiffling laughter, walks over to me with Small Child] I think you misunderstood what the nice lady was saying. She doesn't like the FOOD popcorn. I'm sure she doesn't have anything against puppies named Popcorn.
Me: What?! Of course I like puppies!! I didn't know your puppy was named Popcorn. I don't like the food popcorn. Everyone should like puppies named popcorn.
Small Child: [glares at me as if he doesn't know whether or not he believes me] Okay. I'm glad you like my puppy, Popcorn, but you should like the food popcorn, too.

My question: What is this world's obsession with popcorn?!