THE STARBURST CONSPIRACY
Mrs. Cranky likes Starbursts, a mouth watering juicy delight of a candy. Recently she has taken to bringing a bag of a new chicklets sized Starburst Mini's as a bed time snack. As much as I have been trying to sharply reduce my daily intake of sugar, I do submit to a handful of Starbursts from time to time.
There are four flavors of Starbursts in a package of the chicklet sized candy; lemon, orange, strawberry and cherry. I like all the flavors, though cherry is my favorite. Mrs. Cranky does not like lemon.
Yesterday Mrs. Cranky handed me my own bag of Starbursts.
“Instead of bothering me for a candy, I bought you your own bag.”
Of course I whined (because that is what I do) that now I would have no control over how many I ate and I didn’t want all that extra sugar. Mrs. Cranky told me to just show some control because she was tired of being the keeper of the candy and being responsible for my portion control.
You may be thinking, "Holy Hannah what a stupid argument." You may be right.
Anyway, I now have my own individual bag of Starbursts by my bed side.
Last night I reached into my own personal bag and pulled out three yellow candies. Not my favorite, but good enough for me to want more so I reached in and pulled out three more candies…all yellow. I shrugged off this coincidence until my next grab produced three more yellow candies.
“Wait a minute! Why are all my candies yellow? The package shows four colors are supposed to be inside.”
“There are no other flavors in my package, only lemon!”
“Did you go through the packages and switch all the other flavors with lemon?”
“There’s a red in your package.”
“Really, how do you know? What...did you leave one red just to throw me off?”
“Now who is the jerk?”