I love me some Reese's

I love me some Reese's.

This kind
Not, this kind. Ok, well, that's a lie. I like 'em both, but you get what I'm getting at.

Anyway, (sheesh, I get so side tracked, so easily..Huh? Did some one say chocolate? Oh wait. I'm trying to tell a story here.)

As I was saying, I love me a Reese's. I remember my very first one. I wasn't but about 4 or 5 and my father was still teaching at a local technical school (now a technical college.) (they grew up apparently) and mom took me there one day after classes.

Now, when dad was teaching, I remember being told that money was tight back then. Uh I was 4, what did I know, or care about money? I remember the stories of times we had little to nothing to eat. I don't know. I don't remember wanting for anything, really. They could have just made those stories up, but I seriously doubt it. (Damn I've got some serious blabber mouth going on today)

So, mom. Me. After classes. Dad. Yeah, we go to meet dad after classes one day. I don't know why, it wasn't a regular occurrence, we just did. Dad, on the other hand, had to meet with another teacher after classes, so it was going to be a little bit. (where is my brother in this story, in this memory? He had to be 2, and I know they didn't leave him at home? HHMMMMM)

We're (mom, dad, me...brother is still MIA) walking down the hallway of one of the buildings (the math building I think, that's what my dad taught, and so it would make sense, but that's really beside the point and has no bearing on this story. Where is my little brother?) and we come upon a vending machine. WAHOO! Candy!

Mom? Dad? One of them (obviously not my brother, where is he?) asks me if I want a candy bar? Oh hell to the yeah ( and little brother won't get any. That'll show him to go missing. HA!) so I stand there like a...well, like a kid in a candy store because, well, that's kind of what I was. (So obvious) I'm standing there nose pressed up against the glass, and drool hanging off my chin (well, not really, but you get it) and I'm wondering.. do I get the snickers which I know I will like, or do I branch out and try something different? Oh, wait, remember that Mounds bar you had? Yeah, they said coconut and almonds and all you heard was almonds. Don't want to make that mistake twice. Better ask before you pick.

Hey mom? What does that orange one have in it?
Peanut butter and chocolate
*thinking to myself* I like peanut butter. She did say peanut butter right? Yeah. I like chocolate. She didn't say coconut did she? uummmmm No. Good.
Hey Mom, no coconut in there right?
No, no coconut.
Ok, I want that one.

I got the Reese's, and opened it. OH BONUS! There's two! (Thank god little brother is still missing or I would have to give him one. ) So I ate the first one, in a hurry (so little bro couldn't get it, if he ever showed up) and that second one? Yeah, it lasted for freakin' ever. I nibbled and nibbled on that thing for a lifetime (Ok, probably only 2 minutes but when you're 4, that's almost forever). From that day on, Reese's always won out, even over Snickers. And I still, to this day, eat the first one fast as I can, and nibble on the second one as long as I can.

Was there a point to this? UH...no. Just sharing.

You're welcome.