I stood, paying my bill, while the counter lady set up my next appointment.

On her desk was a gingerbread man with gumdrop buttons. I remember a couple years back seeing a tin of them in the store, and as they were a good deal, I brought them home. Well decorated, good shape, no gumdrop buttons, Bland flavor, chewier than you’d expect. But not horrible, so I kept eating.

Halfway through the tin I upended it to look for a “best by” date in case they tasted odd because they were stale.

Turns out they were dog biscuits.

Ate ’em anyway.