A Halloween Tale
Walking away from a wonderfully hilarious David Sedaris show last night, my sweetie said, “It’s Halloween, and all I want is a few peanut M&Ms…”
It was 10:00 p.m. We stood in Portland’s Pioneer Courthouse Square waiting for our MAX train to take us home, trying to figure out where we might get a bag of peanut M&Ms.
Unwilling to pop into one of the (fairly seedy) convenience stores downtown late on a pretty crazy Friday night, we decided we’d be quite happy with the delicious dark chocolate marshmallows we’d gotten for Halloween from Alma Chocolates.
As we walked the fifteen minutes down the hill from the train, though, her craving became mine, and my craving became almost obsessive.
Just a few peanut M&Ms…
We laughed at ourselves - frustrated and craving peanut M&Ms on the biggest candy night of the year - as an Audi station wagon drove by, windows down, occupants yelling “Happy Halloween!”
Thunk, thunk. They had thrown something out the window toward us.
I looked in the street, and lo and behold, right next to the curb were two little yellow packets of peanut M&Ms.
Turns out it was a miraculously Happy Halloween.
I guess it is OK to take candy from strangers so long as they are driving an Audi.
You know, the only reason I put the make of the car in is in hopes that someone, somewhere might recognize themselves… and feel thanked properly for it.
Sounds snooty, though, doesn’t it??
Janet-
I’m with you all the way! I have a serious Peanut M&M addiction.
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Then you probably know exactly how wonderful (albeit improbable) that gift was! Brilliant.