The Candy Trafficker

Okay so I am walking out of wal-mart and there was this adorable little girl that asked if I would like to buy some candy. I asked what she was selling them for and she just replied "cause they are good". I am sure there was some local charity they were collecting funds for but I didn't feel like having a long drawn out discussion with a 4-5 year old child. I gave her the $2 and bought the last two candy bars - Reese's, my favorite.

So I was quite pleased with myself on my drive home for helping out some needy organization or a great scam artist (as you read you might choose the latter). I decided to save my sweet chocolatey treat until after dinner and American Idol (yes I do live on the edge).

Mmmmmm yes its time to savor my Reese's but NOOOOOO. . . it was like a bad dream. ..... my sweet treat was a mushed up mesh with a TINY LITTLE FINGER hole in each of the three little pieces of heaven. That adorable little candy trafficker had demolished my candy without a second thought given to selling me damaged goods. Shrewd.