Old Lady Hard Candy

I think I am turning into an old lady whose purse is full of hard candy. The wrappers worn and linty from rolling around in the bottom of my bag for ages. It's the free candy from the local Mexican restaurant, the cast offs no one wanted to try.

I'm okay with that. I had a thought that I would be more like Mrs. Love, who always had a little baggie of M&Ms in her coat pocket, and after church she would give a couple to any child that asked. But if I have M&Ms open, I'm going to eat them all before I can give any out.

Besides, I never knew how good a pineapple flavored candy was until I had to dig for it in my purse. When I emerged victorious, with my bit of sweet treat, I discovered nothing had ever tasted so good.

Okay. A butterscotch would have tasted better, but the pineapple was not bad!