How Sweet It Is
One year I spent Halloween in New York City.
O Henry was the name of my taxi driver. I told
him to Take 5 while I stopped in a candy store
for some favorite candies to give out for the
Trick or treaters I would encounter that night.
My kids always loved Skittles and Nerds, but
my husband prefers Kit Kat bars Now and Later.
My choice has always been Mounds because I
adore coconut. I paid the Chunky clerk and hurried
back to to the taxi with my arms full of candy.
It was already twilight as we passed 5th Avenue.
Mr. Goodbar, my boss, was waiting for me at the
hotel as we drove down an older Rocky Road.
I was on a business trip, but I had time off to
enjoy the evening on Halloween. I got into my
Jolly Rancher costume. Pay Day left me with
plenty of funds to give out candy to every kid
making the rounds on the streets, so I intended
to have a candy Spree with lots of Snickers.
Some of the kids were little Smarties, but I still
had fun passing out a Skor, Bar None. I passed
Three Musketeers in gorgeous costumes on the
street and as the night wore on and the Air Heads
began to get scary, I had enough. I had Zero
candy left anyway. I walked back to the hotel like
a Slo Poke gazing up at our Galaxy, the Milky Way,
and I viewed a Starburst which capped my night
with Almond Joy!
10-10-18
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