It took a five-minute drive from the exit after the Iron Skillet on I-94 in Wisconsin to find, but the gas station convenience mart had a phenomenal candy bar aisle.
After a seven-minute perusal, I carried my bounty with both hands. There were only one and a half people in the checkout line at the mart, a young mother and her little girl. One had a handful of scratch-offs, another sported a baseball cap made of denim.
They paid, then turned to leave. I smiled and nodded as they walked past me to the door. The mom smiled back with eyes squinted in perplexion.
The girl looked a little jealous.
The bell on the door jingled as I dropped my cornucopia of sweets onto the counter. The checkout gal looks at me.
“Havin’ a movie night?”
“Ah … no. Heh, just have a bad … just, uh, work for a candy company. Always am bringin’ stuff in to the boys for inspiration.”
“Ah, that’s a fun job to have!”
“Yeah, it’s uh, a real tough business to break into, but the perks are pretty good.”
“What’s it called?”
“It’s, um, a … It’s called (cough) sorry … um, BlackHawk Candies. … “It’s a startup in Chicago.”
“That’ll be $27.38.”
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