Once a Coffee-Junkie, Always a Coffee-Junkie
I may no longer need 3 pots of coffee a day to keep me going, but I still love the stuff... and it still gets my brain running in circles.
Consider this the dumping ground for all the random thoughts, opinions, and rants that would otherwise clutter my cranium.
You're welcome!

Monday, April 3, 2006

I'm A Two-Gum Kinda Guy

There once was a time when chewing gum either came in a stick, a ball, or a mouth-filling brick. Back then, I was definitely a one-gum guy. Nowadays, however, almost every brand of gum comes in a little blister pack of "Chiclet"-style pieces. As such, I am now a two-gum kinda guy.

(As a side note... How old am I that I feel the need to use the words "back then" and "nowadays"??? Sheesh!)

The fundamental problem with being a two-gum kinda guy is that an even number of pieces per pack is required to achieve a consistently acceptable gum-chewing experience. I have yet to come across a brand of gum that doesn't provide an even number of pieces per pack, so you'd think there wouldn't be a problem.

But you'd be wrong.

Gum is the universal share-treat... Anyone can ask you for a piece of gum and you won't even hesitate before handing it over. It's just a given that gum is to be shared. Period. Because of this phenomenon, the equal distribution of gum by two's is never totally under the control of the two-gum kinda guy... At anytime, a one-gum person could ask for a piece, completely disrupting the balance of the pack.

If this happens early enough in the pack, the two-gum kinda guy has a good chance of encountering another one-gum guy and restoring order. But, if the single piece is removed when the pack is down to its final four, the two-gum kinda guy finds himself smack-dab in the middle of a dilemma in which he really only has 3 options:
  1. He can offer a single piece to whoever wants it, running the risk of looking like a cheap-skate if he encounters another two-gum kinda guy.
  2. He can stuff all three remaining pieces into his mouth and spend the next hour or so looking like a cow chewing its cud.
  3. He can throw the odd piece away and suffer the nagging regret of good money wasted.
No matter how you look at it, it's a toughie!

I suppose the only real way to get around this problem would be to carry two packs of gum... One for yourself and the other two-gum kinda guys, and a back-up pack to be used only in a one-gum emergency. In fact, you could take it a step further and make sure the back-up pack is one of the truly horrible flavors, thereby ensuring that the one-gum guys will eventually come to know you as "the guy with horrible gum" and stop asking you for a piece. This is definitely a long-range plan that will require focus and determination, but I think it just might work...

Now, try to imagine all this and walking at the same time!

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