I was at the grocery store yesterday afternoon. As I was perusing the eggplants, I felt someone standing way to close to me. Then a voice said in my ear, "Damn that I never got to hit that."
I turned around to see an odious man decked out like he was a coach for a little league game with a boozy smile staring at my boobs.
As I opened my mouth to berate him with words way above his level of understanding, he got an eye-level view of what a chewed-up handful of coconut M and M's looks like.
I guess that was all the motivation he needed to flee the scene.
Bless you tiny bits of chocolately heaven. Bless you on so many levels.