My brother in law Lawrence and his girlfriend Rhoda spent a few weeks with us over Christmas, and when they were leaving their suitcases were over weight and I had to bring some of their stuff back with me. I’ve burned Lawrence’s underwear, but recently I came upon a bag of his stuff that I’d forgotten about. It had an electric screwdriver (thanks bro) and this box:
We knew that they had gone to the local candy shop while they were here and bought some chocolates to take back with them. I discovered them with one kit-kat and four or five packs of gum that will keep my breath fresh until their next visit. I ate the kit-kat immediately and contemplated the chocolates. Freshly made candies don’t have preservatives (I would assume), so what are the chances that they’ve gone bad in three months’ time? Karen told me flatly, “Don’t eat those! They’ve been sitting in the boys’ closet for three months! If you want chocolates that much, go buy some more.”
What should I do?
The picture above actually was taken after I’d eaten three or four of them. As I did I pondered as to why they didn’t take the candy in hand on the plane. Either they originally intended for the boys to eat them or they were trying to kill me. I’m assuming it’s the latter, since I’ve become very stingy with sweets lately.
Just writing this has made me hungry.