I hate white gummy bears and green dots.
But I never throw them away — at least not right away.
They get piled up in odd places in my office, posing as interesting accessories I don’t give another thought to until — well, there’s an emergency.
In this emergency state, I am happy to have the once discarded hateful candies. After dusting them off a bit, I cram them in my mouth with a flourish and experience initial euphoria.
Most of the time, though — truth be told — they never make it much further than my tongue.
After playing around with them for awhile I am struck — make that bashed over the head — with the taste that turned me off in the first place and end up spitting the chewed up sticky mouthful of goo into the trash faster than you can say —
wham, bam, thank you m’am.
And so there you have it, the prize in the Cracker Jacks —
Just go ahead and throw ’em right away — or, if it’s you that happens to be the candy on the shelf —
Get off and run.
And never look back.