Disappointing Mentos

            A summer of disappointment. Not really, but that is what is has it has been dubbed. Reunited with my other half, My cousin and I were determined to make the best of our short amount of time together. So focused on everything going according to plan- anything that fell short or that got in our way or wasted our precious time together in general, was labeled after the first shortcoming- the Mentos.

The Mentos were a spur-of-the-moment purchase in a Wal-Mart check-out line. I had first purchased some before boarding the airplane and was so impressed by the strawberry flavor, that I had share the experience. We were feeling slightly deprived after leaving a gluten-intolerant relative’s house and we decided to splurge. Our very own Charlie and the Chocolate Factory moment… Together we tore open the cylinder of wrapped candy and to our dismay there was only one pink candy in the whole lot!

 It almost became a lottery to us. We would each take turns buying the aluminum wrapped cylinders only to find that it followed a disappointing trend. Now, whenever something odd came up, we knew the source of abnormality had to have something to do with the pink candy conspiracy.

Our summer was obviously not really disappointing by any means. In fact, it really should be titled ‘A summer of independence’ as it was the first summer in which my cousin had her driver’s license. Our first summer together that we could be free. Well as free as a freshman and junior in high school can be… Relatively free. Without such freedom, there would’ve been no Mentos, or more importantly, no room for our proclaimed disappointment.