“I know the holiday colors don’t match, but look at the freshness dates! They’re only four months past, and you know how sugar preserves. It’ll be okay, trust me.”
(“Trust me”, the worst phrase in human history, disproved in every serious situation from presidential palaces to encounters on the street to corporate meetings, courtrooms, and physicians’ offices. I challenge you to disagree. It was this possibly sincere utterance that entered the lives of two young boys on Easter, 1972.)
“Sounds pretty spooky to me, Jack.”
Joe had saved most of his Halloween candy to last till the end of the year. It was the only time his parents allowed such indulgence, both being dentists. They worked hard to keep all sugary substances out of their home and knew most other parents did not. Their efforts helped but when Joe was out of the home, he ate and drank whatever he liked.
Jack was a schemer, future conman, and was always looking for an angle on any situation that would gain a profit. Such “business” sense in a twelve year old was rare. His latest endeavor was planned when he realized Joe had a big hidden stash of Halloween candy. He decided they could wrap the larger pieces with pastel foil and sell them as Easter candy.
Jack had built up quite a large clientele for his dealings as a procurer of things desired by his classmates, but usually forbidden by their parents. He scoured trash bins, knew the best places behind risqué retail establishments to find magazines–a big seller, and cigarette boxes that might have an unsmoked or viable partial item. He drew the line at anything alcoholic since there were rules, even in his twelve year old mind, but most everything else was fair game.
The scheme turned out to be a lot more work than Jack planned. First, coloring the silver foil in light colors to resemble other Easter candy turned out to be a mash of magic markers that didn’t look like the prepackaged items at all. Nevertheless, his eager clients were disinterested in the outside, only wanting the delicious discounted treats within. Lunch money was often spent on Jack’s wares.
The outcome of the boys endeavor was unexpected. An after lunch break at school found kids who had spent their food money on Jack’s candy, vomiting all over the playground. Most had to go home for the rest of the day. The principal freaked out thinking some epidemic was occurring and dismissed classes for all.
Meanwhile Jack and Joe had coin filled pockets and an afternoon off from school. Life was grand.