Craving something sweet after the salty popcorn, you make your choice as a trap door opens and you suddenly disappear. Well, actually you find yourself spinning down a slide into a room filled entirely with Christmas candy! You get your bearings and realize you managed to grab some ribbon candy on the descent. Sweet! Then that voice pipes back into your ear again.
“So, I’m heading back to Kansas City today, but managed to make a quick doodlewash before heading to the airport. And by the way, ribbon candy is super hard to paint! I almost wish you would have picked the tricycle. But it was good to try something different so thanks for the challenge!
“I’m writing this on a tiny commuter airplane that’s experiencing turbulence while the woman behind me is sneezing without covering her mouth. I could actually hear the spray hit my seat. While the first one could have been a surprise to her, by the third you’d think she’d collect herself and show a bit of decorum. But instead, she just keeps flinging her snot like an infant in a car seat.
“This is the primary reason I hate travel. Being trapped in small quarters with people who have yet to evolve. It’s not always awful. It’s entirely possible to meet a delightful little old lady who shows you photos of her cats. But it’s much more likely you’ll be crushed by a grotesquely fat man who traps smells and should have been forced to purchase two seats!
“Oh dear, that has nothing to do with candy. Did I mention travel makes me cranky? We never really had much candy at Christmas in my family except for decoration. I did rather like the Dolly Parton song Hard Candy Christmas when I was young though. Yeah, I’ve got nothing. I’m honestly blocked with no story coming to mind (and the woman behind me sounds like she’s starting again! Ugh!), but feel free to tell yours! Just don’t forgot to answer the question first!”