Yesterday afternoon I was driving home from the morning's baby shower, when I rounded the corner to our house.
There, on the north side of the street just a couple doors down and headed away from my place, was a fifth grade boy and his little sister - the fifth grader carrying that recognizable box of candy bars that they are selling for a buck a piece to raise money for fifth grade camp.
I pulled over to that side of the road and put down my window, leaning out.
Me: Hey, you got anything left in that box?
Kid, excited about an easy sell: Yeah, I've got lots left.
Me: Do you have any Carmellos left? (by far the best choice in the box)
Kid, apologetically: I *just* sold the last one.
At this point I noticed a group of my neighbors outside, from the direction he had already been.
Me, yelling towards the group, half jokingly: Hey Dawn, was it YOU that bought that last Carmello?
Dawn, raising the already half eaten Carmello up like a victor's flag: YOUR husband bought it for me!
Poor kid, he didn't know what he'd gotten into. I bought three lesser varieties just because he had to put up with us.