Wednesday, November 6, 2013

Not in my hands

There is an undeniable sound when m&m candies are being poured. The light tapping of those candy shells on each other. It sounds like joy. The colors radiate happiness, or at least the classic ones do. I remember the blue taking a bit for me to get used to, but I have certainly come around. I cannot think of a time when I have ever said “Oh, m&m’s? No thank you.” Sure I have my favorite flavors, and sometimes that opinion depends on the day, but there are none that I would turn down.



I remember one semester in college, when I must have pooled all of my leftover change together, for a big bag of m&m’s. They were to be a study treat during final exam preparations. Way back in that day, there was no food allowed in our campus library. I smuggled those m&m’s amongst my books and such, hoping that the librarians had more menacing characters to be on the lookout for.



I did not have the finest of study habits as a general rule, and in hindsight am not sure the addition of candy was going to help me settle in. I am sure my theory at the time was that melt in my mouth, not in my hands delights would keep me awake while keeping my study materials clean.



Just when I least expected it, some faux librarian, on duty just to maintain the sanctity of study carrels and couches approached our area. He took my bag of m&m’s. I am pretty sure barely two handfuls had been removed. I wanted to cry out, but that would have been committing a second crime against the hallowed building. I took solace in the fact that I knew where that troll had been sitting, and I would just retrieve my goods on my way back to my dorm. I held onto that dream for about two minutes, until I heard the unmistakable sound of m&m’s being poured...into a metal garbage can...sadistic bastard!


I have never taken a bag of m&m’s for granted since. I savor each one as if it was the last. I ration them well, and I hide them even better.


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18 comments:

  1. Nooooo! How could he throw away the precious, precious M & Ms???!!

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    1. He obviously had a terrible candy related incident as a child

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  2. Gasp..........that's just mean, plain old mean!

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  3. That was pure evil, right there. I hope that Karma gave him a good smack on the backside for that transgression!

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    1. I hope he was doomed to a life of bad jelly bean colors

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  4. What a jerk. He should have at least let you pick them up later--or even eaten them himself.

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  5. What the what? That's just cruel. If I ever meet you I'm gonna buy you a bag of m&m's girl.

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  6. Who does that? Pour out m&ms??????? I'm in love with both varieties. And consider the peanut ones a proper meal in a pinch!

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  7. It's important - never take the M&Ms for granted. ;)

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    1. I am trying to teach my children these life lessons

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  8. You don't eat them one by one, do you? If there is a BOWL of M&Ms I'm taking a handful. In each hand. They never get old. Not ever. Remember when red killed people?

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    1. One by one? How would I taste them?! (OK, maybe when there are only like 4 left in my hand)

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  9. What kind of a person throws M&M's in the garbage?

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  10. It would have taken a big ass library assistant to wrestle M&M's from me....they are my crack! Who was this twisted psychopath, the unibomber????

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