Okay, so, I'm out running errands this afternoon and I realize I haven't had breakfast or lunch. (Could that be the reason I'm so grumpy? We'll open that for debate later.) I grab a Snickers off the impulse buying rack and add it to my purchases. Once in the car, I open the wrapper and take a nice, big bite.
Something's not quite right. I fish around in my mouth and pull out a stick. Yup, you read me right - a stick. I look at the rest of the candy bar. Sure enough, the other half of the stick is still in the bar. I broke it right in half when I bit into it.
The rest of my bite went into the sack. I came home, showed my husband (it's always good to have a witness) and called the number on the back of the bar. They're having me mail them the rest of the bar, the wrapper, and the stick. I'm sure it will be a fun surprise when they realize that part of that stick has been in my mouth. I wouldn't want to have their job, dissecting saliva-covered bits of food from all over the world . . .
But I digress.
They're also going to send me a bunch of coupons for free products. That's nice. But I hope they are good for a variety of different candy bars -- I don't think I'll be in the mood for a Snickers for quite a while.