The other night, tallasiandude was in his office eating some candy when I wandered in to ask him something. I saw the M&Ms in his hand and leaned down to snarf a couple up. Whereupon i realized, far, far too late, that they were actually Skittles.
Blargh!
I had to spit them out in the bathroom trashcan. Them is some nasty candy, made all the nastier when you are expecting delicious dark-chocolate M&Ms. Eesh.
Eeew!
I once ate a grape that turned out to be an olive. Similar experience.
This made me sad for the Skittles.
Ack! While I love Skittles, I am sure I would have had a similar reaction had I been expecting M&Ms! I hate eating something I expect is one thing only to have it be another…ptooey, indeed!
I just now (yes, just: it’s more than two months later) had this exact same experience here at the office, almost. The “almost” is because as I approached the giant bowl of apparent M&Ms that had appeared in the kitchen, their shape seemed a little off—a bit too fat to be regular M&Ms, not swollen enough to be peanut—and a dim warning bell went off in the back of my mind because I REMEMBERED THIS POST. Yes, I did! And so I inspected the bowl’s contents very carefully, tasted one gingerly, and confirmed with minimal damage to myself that they were, in fact, Skittles. And so I say, THANK YOU, FoodNerd, for saving me from sugary catastrophe!
Er, more than four months. I was so frazzled by my near-skittles experience that I forgot how to do math.