The Eternal Quest for the Tangy Fruit Sticks

I made a decision early in the weekend that was to forever change the course of my trip to Blenheim.

I passed up an opportunity to purchase tangy fruit sticks.

I know! I know!!

So of course, from early Friday on, I craved them.

Every shop we went in to, I pursued my dream. Every shop we went in to, I failed.

I asked at one highly probable candidate, "Do you have tangy fruit sticks?"

The emo girl behind the counter scans below the counter with her sad emo eyes.

Finally she looks up, sadly.

"Um this?" she says, holding up a jar of tangy fruit balls.

I shake my head in disappointment.

"No thank you, I need my tangy fruit in stick form".

We left Blenheim, my hopes and dreams for tangy fruit sticks in tatters.

We stopped in Oamaru for petrol, the very last stop before home. I was parched from my nutritious lunch of a caramel square (Thanks Couplands Timaru) so wandered into the station for a can of liquid tooth decay.

On my way to the till, I stopped.

Fruit. Sticks.

Tangy?

I wasn't taking any chances. I made the purchase.

My hands shook as I opened the packet. I selected a pink stick as the fateful fruit stick, and bit in.

The clouds parted, and the sun shone down on the packet of Tangy fruit sticks! At last!

My life is complete, and my dentist is rich. We all win.