Friday, November 16, 2007

Survival of the Fittest

If you are a buyer of "Goods" as I am, you know what I speak of when I mention, "Craigslist" For those of you who are unfamiliar... it's a local eBay. ( Go to it. You'll love it. (Note to self- it will pop up for San Fran, CA... redirect by picking your state on the right hand side.

All this to say, I was on there two days ago and bought an amazing
item. You'll see my post on that acquisition when I get the pictures downloaded. Today I went back on... but not to buy something. Just to peruse. I have to show you what I found.
Survival Of The Fittest

Date: 2007-08-30, 2:03PM EDT
Whenever I get a package of plain M&Ms, I make it my duty to continue the strength and robustness of the candy as a species. To this end, I hold M&M duels. Taking two candies between my thumb and forefinger, I apply pressure, squeezing them together until one of them cracks and splinters. That is the "loser," and I eat the inferior one immediately. The winner gets to go another round.
I have found that, in general, the brown and red M&Ms are tougher, and the newer blue ones are genetically inferior. I have hypothesized that the blue M&Ms as a race cannot survive long in the intense theater of competition that is the modern candy and snack-food world.
Occasionally I will get a mutation, a candy that is misshapen, or pointier, or flatter than the rest. Almost invariably this proves to be a weakness, but on very rare occasions it gives the candy extra strength. In this way, the species continues to adapt to its environment. When I reach the end of the pack, I am left with one M&M, the strongest of the herd.
Since it would make no sense to eat this one as well, I pack it neatly in an envelope and send it to M&M Mars, A Division of Mars, Inc., Hackettstown, NJ 17840-1503 U.S.A., along with a 3x5 card reading, "Please use this M&M for breeding purposes."
This week they wrote back to thank me, and sent me a coupon for a free 1/2 pound bag of plain M&Ms. I consider this "grant money." I have set aside the weekend for a grand tournament. From a field of hundreds, we will discover the True Champion. There can be only one.

Isn't that funny? It's better, and cleaner, than THE ONION. (If you don't know what that is... don't find out. The funny never outweighs the vulgar.)


Carolyn said...

Oh seriously!!!!!!! In a rather emotionally draning week, that was such a welcome diversion ... so funny! Now it's my turn to borrow from you! Thank you for posting!

Anonymous said...

That did give some good chuckles! Thanks! Heidi