That's a Wrap

Story Sent in by Betty:

As we walked through a park during our date, Terrence would habitually reach into his pocket, pull out a little chocolate bar, eat it, and toss the wrapper to the ground.

After he had done it a few times, I asked him, "Do you litter all the time?"

He laughed and said, "It's a free country."

I took that opportunity to point to a nearby sign that read, "$500 fine for littering."

He laughed and said, "It's just a sign. Here," he handed me a too-warm chocolate bar, "try it."

"I don't really want a chocolate bar," I told him. We were on our way to lunch, after all.

He rolled his eyes and said, "Then I'll eat it. Just tear the wrapper off and throw it anywhere. Come on. It's liberating."

I said, "No, thank you."

"Do it."


He then ripped the wrapper off in frustration, threw it on the ground, and messily devoured the chocolate bar.

I was sure to have "something come up" before lunch and I left the date shortly thereafter.


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