Why in the HELL was I there? That should be the first question out of your mouth.
Blame it on the kids. There is something so tantalizing about an entire store, 5 floors no less, chock full o'cheap chocolate. A marketer's candy-coated dream. Melts in your mouth, not in your hands.
So there we were, 4th of July fireworks ablaze outside, buying our tourists' share of "souvenirs". What a joke. Even my trademark attorney husband cringes at the sheer vulgarity of the ubiquitous "m&m", floor to ceiling, a wallpaper of rainbow happiness.
But that leads me to the focus of this little story. Debora.
As I pay for all my goodies, I can't help but inhale deeply, lost in the blissful current of warm chocolate air that magically pervades every orifice of m&m paradise. I mention to Debora, our check-out clerk, that it must be difficult to work in a place that smells so temptingly delicious. She coyly points out the small "fan" near the wall, innocently positioned for maximum coverage.
Yup. The evil machinations of our capitalistic society. The heavenly chocolate smell wafting through the store was artificially planted there to create a buying frenzy among indulgent parents and to induce insanity in those with weaker compositions.
So, Debora gets it. She used to LOVE chocolate, but after 4 months, eating all the free chocolate she could stand in the breakroom, forced to inhale chocolate particulates in the air for 9 hours a day, 5 days a week, she now hates it.
She actually started this job wearing a size 16 and is now a size 12. Beats Jenny Craig.
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