In case you weren't aware, this is the kind of random shit that occupies my time...
I make it a habit to always keep mints or gum on my person (you never know when you shall be invited to an impromptu smooching session). I have recently taken a liking to Excel mints. I had a tin (they come in tins...like Altoids and that makes me giddy) of the green Spearmint ones, but then decided to give the blue Winterfresh ones a try.
Yes, there is a point to this. Shuddup, I'm getting there.
When the Spearmint ones were almost out, I opened the Winterfresh ones and put the very last Spearmint into the Winterfresh tin. Suddenly it became a weird game I was playing against myself to see what would happen. How many times could I randomly reach into the tin and grab a blue one and not the final green one.
My chances were 1 in 50, but I figured, it being so close to the top, that it would happen.
But nope. He's still in there. I have named him Little Green and he's a fucking trooper! Little Green shall not be taken! He will not suffer the fate of his 48 fallen brethren!
I even started trying to stack the deck against Little Green. I would shake the tin to try and maybe randomly kick him into the position of being snatched up...but no. Little Green sees through my little tricks. He laughs in the face of danger.
I'm so impressed by his tenacity that when I DO snag him, I'm only going to put him in my second tin of mints and start the dance all over.
I salute you Little Green. You are a mint amongst hard candies.
(Imagine being the lucky son of a bitch who has to live with the guy wrapped around THIS brain...)
Yes, there is a point to this. Shuddup, I'm getting there.
When the Spearmint ones were almost out, I opened the Winterfresh ones and put the very last Spearmint into the Winterfresh tin. Suddenly it became a weird game I was playing against myself to see what would happen. How many times could I randomly reach into the tin and grab a blue one and not the final green one.
My chances were 1 in 50, but I figured, it being so close to the top, that it would happen.
But nope. He's still in there. I have named him Little Green and he's a fucking trooper! Little Green shall not be taken! He will not suffer the fate of his 48 fallen brethren!
I even started trying to stack the deck against Little Green. I would shake the tin to try and maybe randomly kick him into the position of being snatched up...but no. Little Green sees through my little tricks. He laughs in the face of danger.
I'm so impressed by his tenacity that when I DO snag him, I'm only going to put him in my second tin of mints and start the dance all over.
I salute you Little Green. You are a mint amongst hard candies.
(Imagine being the lucky son of a bitch who has to live with the guy wrapped around THIS brain...)