When
I was 11 I would have claimed that there was no limit to the amount
of Snickers that I could consume. I was wrong, shamefully wrong.
Justin's grandpa worked at a local stadium and the team was having
promotion where they were going to give away a Snickers bar to every
fan who came to the game. There was a mix-up in delivery and they
were left with 20,000 candy bars which they sent home with students
and employees. Justin's family had a couple of garbage bags full and
at first they were rationing them out but after the first couple of
days they realized that they need not control the amount that were
eating as the amount anyone could eat was fairly self regulating. I
was so excited at first, I mean, unlimited Snickers right? Ten or so
bars into it I never wanted to see another Snickers as long as I
lived. My throat was burning from the sugar and I was nauseous and
there was a bag of a couple of hundred sitting there taunting me. It
was horrible, there was Xanadu and my accursed stomach was turning on
me in my moment of victory. About half of the candy was never eaten
because it went bad before anyone could work up the will to take
another bite.
