I had a conversation with my friend Dieter today. I told her–no, make that I bared my soul and confided to a good and dear friend–in other words, one who WOULD NOT JUDGE ME–I confided my weakness for SMARTEES.
I happen to like SMARTEES this time of year. When they start showing up in candy dishes everywhere. Candy dishes in public places–offices, stores, businesses that want to show the Halloween spirit but don’t want to spring for the good stuff so they buy the big bag of cheap candy and it sits there untouched on the receptionist’s desk…until I come in.
I was at work when I ‘fessed up to Dieter. Thought she would understand a Halloween hankering. I don’t recall her exact words but one of them was ‘pathetic’. Did I mention she was is a good and dear friend?
Well Dieter…after work, after the gym…look what I found!
They’ll be in the staff room tomorrow. Some of them. Maybe….
Dieter here. The word might have been ‘sad’ or ‘pitiful’ or ‘inadequate’ or ‘worthless’ or ‘inadequate’ or ‘cheap’ or ‘sorry’ or ‘dismal’ or ‘beggarly’ or ‘despicable’… but ‘pathetic’ works too. No matter how you look at it- they’re not chocolate. But that probably wouldn’t stop me from having a roll or two of them if they’re sitting in the staff room.
Your command of the English language exceeds that of a thesaurus ( the dictionary dinosaurs used which is why they’re extinct…that and the fact they smoked cigarettes). Since I cannot trust our co-workers to leave any candy–let alone my beloved SMARTEES– lying around, I’ll stick a couple rolls in your mailbox.