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Topic: CANDY (04/28/16)
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By Noel Mitaxa
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It was back when Tobler Tupp was king of the kids in my home town, because Tobleroned the corner candy store. His candy was always fresh because he’d invented special food containers, and I often wondered was Tupp-aware of how much the kids loved him...
With his veranda crowded with excitement, and kids flowing in and out the door, I was trying to navigate through their Snickers of delight. It was then that I noticed Almond Joy, Tobler’s teenage daughter, across the street.
There she was, sitting elegantly on a park bench, Werther’s a lot of shady trees, Picnic tables and a beautiful swimming pool staffed by professional Lifesavers. So I decided to st-Rolo-ver and try out some personal charm.
A classy lady, subtle beauty―stylish, but not li-Kit-Kat-ches your breath. Still, like most of the guys in our high school class, I was nuts about her.
I thought our conversation might Take Five minutes, and I was determined not to wafer a moment. Looking erNestlé into her eyes, I whispered, “This is not mint to be rude, but just Twix the two of us, how popular is your father?”
Perhaps I sugar realized my chances with her were zilch to nothing; for the moment I asked Her-shey stared back as if I was from Mars!
“He’d have to be the most popular guy in the whole Milky Way, and not just with kids but lots of adults too,” she snapped. “The Mayor, Mr Goodbar, is one of our best customers, and we get lots of other M&Ment people as well!”
Just then a mountain of muscle in the guise of Chip Foster―local top jock and genuine chick-magnet―came up from behind. He tapped her on the shoulder, “Hey babe, what’s happening?”
She spun around, desserting me instantly, for he embodied the “After” segment of those ads I mentioned earlier.
With my attempt with Almond Joy completely foiled, I quietly stood up; unnoticed; and began to shuffle away, muttering quietly to myself. Chip Foster! Why would that Cad-bury my chances―with no effort to Wrigley’s way out of any blame? Chip Foster, if I cashew trying anything like that again, I don’t want to think about what I might do!!!
But then something happened to turn my day―and my whole life―around..
A mass of kids had run into the park, armed with their candies and chasing a football they’d thrown up of them. Landing on end, it bounced straight into Mr Top Jock’s face!
Naturally I thought he would toss it back with a few tips for the kids on how to pass it more accurately; but he snatched it up and just yelled at them, “This is Sour Patch Kids! Get out of here!”
How did she respond? Laughing at her hero’s bravery in keeping the ball, she just smirked at the kids; who didn’t know which way to look. Candy was only half of the fun they had planned that afternoon, but none of them would dare take on the super-jock?
Almond Joy that day dropped in my estimation - irretrievably. If she ever had a soft centre, it would have to be pure cara-malice; from now on, a total Nougat zone to be avoided at all costs!
Thanks Chip Foster, because that day you thrust me into a great discovery―that ugliness and beauty are both only skin-deep…
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It was all Snickers the whole way through and then the ending was a GrandSlam.
Blessings~
Congratulations on your 13th place. (Thought it would have been higher, especially higher than my anti-candy rant.)
You clearly had Mounds of fun writing this. :D