There was a good possibility that I would not make another attempt to get to Berlin after the trauma of my recent holiday excursion to Newark and back. But, like giving birth, the horror of it faded sufficiently and I rebooked. This time through Dublin (there are no direct flights from O’Hare to Berlin).
As a precaution I brought a box of Dots as self-care in case I was delayed and forced to sleep in an airport terminal. Stupidly I put the box in my luggage so if I had wanted them I wouldn’t have been able to have them. I didn’t need them after all since I did make it to Berlin—not without the requisite amount of anxiety provoking delay.
We landed in Dublin 5 minutes before the flight to Berlin closed. The flight attendant, when I asked if I was going to make it, said it was 15 minutes away so I sprinted through the Dublin airport at 5:50 am. So that was fun. The distance from the gate from which I deplaned to the gate from which I’d depart was more than a mile (my iPhone told me). I made it.
And now I have Dots to enjoy at my discretion in Berlin. I may possibly be able to buy them in the American Food Store. But, really, I don’t want to go anywhere near that place.
It’s been a week but I am still reeling from the disappointment. As a certain special sort of birthday treat I was going to buy myself a box of Dots. Going rogue like this is a once a year, at most, kind of extravagance in which I rarely indulge. It would be one thing if I could eat like 5 of them every couple of days but I cannot. Once the box is open it will be gone in about the time it takes to inhale.
So I went to the store (for other things too, I’m not that crackers) and imagine my disappointment. And now I have to wait another year.
I’ve been perfectly happy living my life without the knowledge that these existed. And then bang some evil person introduces me to them and they supplant my personal favorite candy-vice; Dots. I’ve known Chuckles in their original size but have never been crazy about them for one reason or another. (I don’t feel I can go into those reasons without the presence of a therapist.) But now apparently Chuckles comes in the more edible (to me) mini size. And while I like Dots because they are fruit flavored, I do also like licorice, but not spice flavors. Mini Chuckles have licorice and fruit flavors but no spice flavored ones and the fruit flavor is better than Dots to me. They’re just about perfect.
Oh, I’ve got to go, my therapist is returning my call….