I’m opening the Charms wrapper.
When I was in the military, the unofficial doctrine required that you needed to throw away the Charms from the K Ration or the Meal Ready to Eat (MRE). You couldn’t eat them. It was bad luck to do that. You brought down the fickle finger of fate on everyone if you dared to suck on a Charm candy (12.5 calories each).
Lifesavers were ok. You could chew all the tobacco that you could stuff into your cheek. You could chomp on Bazooka bubble gum. You could chew on the butt of an old, rancid cigar – but no Charms. Not one, not ever.
The other day I bought a pack of Charms to tempt fate. “Live dangerously,” I told myself.
I haven’t eaten one since high school because of the taboo. And I just ate one (lime). If this blog should go off the air and if you should never hear from or of me again, you’ll know why that is.