A brief stint with mint

For me, running into a convenience store while one of my buddies is getting gas can be a stressful experience. You don't want to make him wait outside for you, yet you want to make the right choices in a store where the combination of possible snacks is infinite. Upon entering this particular Newport Shell station on Sunday night, my first inclination was to check out the chip isle, where I quickly scooped up a bag of the very familiar Doritos and Combos. Where I got hung up was at the candy bars, right in front of the cashier. Its natural for me (and most of the people I know) to choke when presented with a decision in the pressure cooker that is the area right before checkout. My favorite bar is the Three Musketeers (which I pronounce "three moosekateers" for some reason) but I was caught in a moment of indecision when I noticed the "mint dark" bar which I had never really given an eye before. Was it the hot dog to the York patty's hamburger? Was it gross? Was it worth my hard earned $1.19? How will the potential minty goodness of this bar affect my late night snackage? Unfortunately I'll never know, because I picked the regular bar, but I can't help but wonder how the choice of a different, less familiar candy might have changed my life.

Could I have had a magical night with this mistress of the mint? We'll never know.