Friday office fun: A coworker has put a cupful of Jolly Ranchers atop the water cooler.
Suddenly the mouth is 11 years old once again, tasting raspberry but yearning for watermelon, getting the corners of the candy stuck on the molars, tongue flipping the candy lengthwise, waiting for the blob of glucose to become thin enough to bend in half, a feat of momentous proportion and assured glee.
Lunch will surely pale in comparison.