When I was expecting my first child, I was at Walmart with my mother and there was a lady handing out Ferrero Rocher samples. There were three different choices cut open on napkins on the table, so I took one. It didn't taste very good--kind of dried out. I was disappointed, especially when thinking about the commercials with fancy people eating them. Must be an acquired taste, I thought.
The woman looked at me strangely, which I thought was rude since the samples were there for the purpose of being eaten. As we walked away my mother leaned over and whispered, "You ate her display."
I looked back and sure enough, there was a bowl of wrapped chocolates sitting right next to the trio of stale, cut-open ones.
My cheeks burned as we drove our cart onward. My mother gave me a wrapped chocolate she'd taken for me. The fresh candy tasted better, much better, but the flavor was tainted by the bitterness of knowing I was a dork.
I haven't gotten better in the years following. Take the last time we went to visit James' parents, for New Years. We'd stopped at Taco Bell and I was tired, stressed out and waiting for our order. I noticed a brown paper-wrapped box sitting on the counter and asked the teenage guy standing there, "Is that our order?"
"That's napkins," he replied.
Oh, well. Someone has to be the family entertainment.