The Evil Twin and I used to live in a different county and work in this one, so we commuted together almost every day. I liked that because I could zone out and semi-snooze while he drove. (The Evil Twin does not a good passenger make. I think I've driven the car while he rides about 4 or 5 times in 16 years).
One morning, I had a hangover and was feeling less than fresh in the breath area. I had brushed and mouthwashed at home, but my breath just wasn't feeling so groovy.
So, I asked the Evil Twin if he'd mind stopping at a convenience store to run in and get me some gum or mints or something... He said, "No problem."
Well, he (much to his credit - he's a really nice guy) goes in and when he comes back to the car, he hands me a box of orange tic tacs. I wanted to scream.
We had been married about 2 years at that point - together for about 3 and a half. I asked, "Have you EVER, in the course of knowing me, seen me eat orange candy?"
Because, friends, I HATE orange flavored things. Hate them, that's right.
And, everyone knows that orange tic tacs aren't really the number one choice for a breath-freshening candy.
What was he thinking? I don't know.
I have a blood clotting disorder and I have to take a baby aspirin every day. A friend told me that Saint Joseph's baby aspirin tasted the best. I promptly told her I didn't care because I hate orange things, so the baby aspirin goes flying to the back of my throat and is swallowed whole with a bit of ice water.
Funny enough, I do like oranges and orange juice (not my first choice for a fruit or beverage, though). It's just orange flavored things that make me gag.
The Evil Twin learned a valuable lesson that day. And I only see orange tic tacs as a joke these days. Buddy likes 'em. (who, incidentally, is the same baby who sent me flying to the toilet to vomit if I'd drink OJ while pregnant with him and still won't drink it!)