I went downstairs to get a candy bar from the vending machine. I couldn’t decide between Twix, Crunch, and a Butterfinger so I did what any tv-obsessesed American would do. I let Seinfeld decide. George Costanza called it “the only candy with the cookie crunch” and that was good enough for me.
Tomorrow I might buy a Fig Newton because “it’s not a cookie. It’s a Fig Newton!”
See?
I told you this was mundane and pointless.
But I have chocolate and a satisfying cookie crunch. 