Tonight at work I had a veritable plethora of ideas for things to write. Stories, songs, blogs, anything and everything. I tried to write snip-its down of each so I wouldn't forget, but the initial high of the inspiration had long worn off by time I got home at 1:30 a.m. Because of that, I will simply be writing about the last thing that happened to me during my work day.
I was walking by the man that I assume to be our oldest employee, his name is Ron and he mostly speaks in incomprehensible tones or makes lewd jokes that seem only acceptable because of is age, but if I were to say them, I may get in trouble. In any case, Ron is an all right guy, he almost always has some type of candy with him and he will always share with you. That alone is enough to make you cool with me.
So, I was walking by Ron, pushing my black cart around in front of me and all of the sudden I hear. Ay! Sham! I instantly knew it was Ron trying to get my attention, but other people might have mistook his greeting for nonsense. I turned just in time to see him tossing an unidentified bag at me and before I even fully realized what was going on, the bag plopped onto my cart.
Much to my surprise and delight, Ron had thrown and entire, unopened bag of Gummi Bears onto my cart. Now, until this point I had kind of forgotten about Gummi Bears. I loved them, but ever since I have been out of the grocery store business and don't see them all the time, they just kind of fell off my radar.
I opened the bag and the smell was just as I had remembered. It was sweet, but just a little off. The exact way that Gummi Bears themselves are sweet, but the concept of them is just a little off. I mean, really, who thought of making delicious treats look like cute bears? It makes me wonder if they loved bears, or hated them. Anyway, I tore into the bag, immediately shoving handfuls of Gummi Bears into my mouth, it was as if I hadn't eaten in days the way I greedily scooped them into my mouth. Their flavor was spot on, everything about the experience was perfect, for me, for the bears it was a massacre, none would survive.
The bag was empty mere minutes after I opened it and shortly after that I found myself regretting my lustful decision to devour with reckless abandon. I should have taken my time and enjoyed the bears that are so seldom in my life nowadays. Sure, I could go to any store and buy Gummi Bears, but I won't. In fact, I will probably forget about them again in a few days, maybe a week, but that doesn't make them go away.
It is kind of the same with old friends you don't see that often. They are always there and you really do care for them, but they fall off your radar. Then, one day, they come back to town and you binge on them. Try to fit as much time in as possible, regardless of the quality of it. Really though you should make that time count, rather than assuming quantity with be fulfilling. Pretty much all relationships are like Gummi Bears in that aspect. They should be savored and enjoyed, not devoured hastily disregarded.
Each flavor is different, take time to enjoy them individually, then try different combos and see what works best. This way you can form the best and most flavorful bonds with your chewy friends before you send them on a horrifically painful journey being eaten away by your stomach acid. Yay!
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