The chapstick ran out and I grabbed a back up that I received for Christmas. I put it on my lips eager to defeat the dry roughness I was currently experiencing.
Moments later I tasted and smelled something sweet. I couldn’t quite place it but I realized it was the chapstick.
It turns out the chapstick is waffles and syrup flavored. Not the nice, rich, maple syrup fresh from Vermont. No, it strongly resembles the fake kind I used to have as a child. I recall Mrs. Butterworth’s being a staple in our house.
This is an experience that I don’t think anyone needs to have. Some things should not go together.