Just before Christmas, I received an e-mail from my old boss, James. It contained a questionnaire designed to “give an insight into the likes and dislikes of your friends.” We’ve all gotten them before. Of the ten or so I’ve received, I’ve answered maybe four.
One of the 38 questions asked, “What’s your favorite candy bar?” The first thing that entered my mind was, “Hershey bar, no nuts – the big ol’ thick kind.”
Of the answers that preceded mine, most said, “Hershey bar.” Then nostalgia kicked in.
The Necco company makes a candy bar that I truly adore. Whenever I see them in a store, I immediately buy 3 or 4 of them, since I never know when I’ll see one again. They are getting rare.
“Sky Bar,” I typed in as my answer. “They’re getting very difficult to find any more.”
This morning a package arrived in the mail from a country store in Vermont. “What the hell is this? A late Christmas present?”
Inside were 12 Sky Bars from James. Faith in the goodness of my fellow man has been restored.
Later,
Obi
3 comments:
James is so cool.
I have gotten those questioneers before to and never thought about someone actually cariing on the other end.
James gives me a happy feeling.
I've missed that feeling.
Came across your blog by happen stance. Enjoy your writing. This story got to me, had to make a comment. I would like to see a book get printed with only possitive instances from the web or email experiences, I for one would find it interesting. Now I will have to go find one of these Skybars, to see what it is all about.
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