About 1989 we lived in Bixby, Oklahoma. Our son, Nate, was in the seventh grade. One evening I am setting in my favorite chair reading the paper and Carol tells Nate to take me a Sudafed. (Allergy problems) He comes to me and offers me this large green pill and says, "I brought you a Skittles." Without giving it a thought, I bite down and start chewing! When I screamed from the intense bitter taste, Nate left the house in a hurry. It took a long, long time to get that taste to leave. Nate (now older and less fearful) likes to remind me of that tale.
On the recent trip to Vegas I bought an actual bag of Skittles (by the way Sour Skittles are my fav.) to take to the races. I had part of the bag when we returned and set it on the console of my truck. After turns and starts and stops, I looked down and saw that the contents had spread out over the bottom of the tray and as I drove to Morris today, I would reach down by feel and grab a couple of the candies. On the way back, I once again reached down for 2 or three, and among them to my shock was another bitter, bitter pill! I stopped the truck and examined the console and found 4 more small red pills among the skittles. Carol has spilled some meds the other day and failed to get them all picked up. Yuk!
Skittles and pills don't mix well.
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