I left my tutoring job this evening with the worst sweet tooth ever. Before I tell this story, you should know that I’ve become addicted to vanilla ice cream with caramel syrup. This is not really a new thing…it’s what I always get at Dairy Queen…but a few weeks ago, I bought a quart of vanilla ice cream and I’ve been eating that whenever I get the hankerin’ for something sweet. I ran out of ice cream yesterday. So, I decided to stop at ghetto Rite-Aid around the corner for some candy.

What I really wanted was a Cadbury hazelnut chocolate bar. But alas, these are not available for purchase around here. Dairy Milk? Check. Fruit & Nut? Check. Almond? Check.

No, for hazelnut, one must venture across the bridge into the Great White North.

So I decide I’ll settle for Crunch-n-Munch. But alas, there is no Crunch-n-Munch. Poppycock…which is tasty, but rather expensive.

I look at the Cadbury selection, and pick up a Caramello, mostly because they’re on sale. (Why, oh why, does Cadbury not market more of their candy in the US? It’s so yummy. Crunchie. Flake. Mmmmm….)

I look at the bag of Turtles, but it’s kind of expensive, so I head to the checkout with my Caramello. And lo, at the checkout I see the three-pack of Turtles. Woohoo! So I get both. Oh, and the checkout girl was the nicest checkout girl ever. You have to be a really, really good person to be that sweet when you’re working at Ghetto Rite-Aid.

I come home, and Jen is craving Nestle Crunch ice cream bars in a bad way.

“I have a Caramello and Turtles in the fridge,” I say

“You bought both?”

“Yeah, I couldn’t decide what I wanted,” I say. “What I really wanted was Crunch-n-Munch, but they didn’t have any.”

“So you really wanted…caramel?”

Heh. I guess so. Except I get the toffee-flavored Crunch-n-Munch, which I point out after Jen has said she now wants a Butterfinger.

“I think I knew that,” she said.

“But you know, what I really wanted was a Cadbury hazelnut bar…”