Skittles

It just occurred to me that I am extremely hungry. This happens now and again. To most people, I reckon. It also occurred to me that I am nowhere near a source of food. Home is several miles away, I'm not carrying any money, and the vending machine downstairs is carefully monitored by security cameras. So that's no good. What is to be done? Well I'll tell you what I done.

Earlier today, a peer of mine walked in with what appeared to be seven kids'-worth of Halloween candy bulging from a giant bag. Skittles, Airheads, Smarties, and Double Bubble. Everywhere. I was quite hungry at that point of the day as well, so I subtley grabbed a huge handful. When that was gone, and the giant bag was being passed around the room for a second time, I thought to myself, "Hey. You can't just eat candy." But then I thought to myself, "Hey. You can't just not take free crap." So I grabbed another handful. When that was gone, and the giant bag was being passed around the room for the third time, I thought, "Lunch is in ten minutes. I don't want to be spoiling that." Plus I had a frosted sugar cookie waiting for me in my lunch, and even I know when too much is too much. But for good measure, I grabbed one more tiny little package of Skittles and tossed it into my bag.

Now here we are. Six hours later. I'm about to eat my hand, I'm so hungry. Not remembering the Skittles, I wept for a minute. Then I drank about a gallon of water to see if that would trick my stomach. Then as I replaced my water bottle in my bag, something red and beautiful flashed its saucy little packaging up at me. My existential dilemma was over.

I have now eaten all the Skittles. Except for one purple one that fell on the floor. Normally that's no big deal, but I don't trust this place. The dudes here don't wash their hands after using the bathroom. I'll put the Skittle in my pocket though. Just in case. It's a long ride home.