Out to Obb’s

Friday, May 29, 2026

We met Alexander at Obb’s for dinner. He had something for us and we had something for him, so it was a plan. When I opened his front passenger door to get my stuff, I commented, “Oh, look, sugar.”
A fairly long time ago – maybe a year or two or four – we’d heard that a bag of sugar broke in his front seat.
He responded, “If I had a nickel for every bag of sugar that has broken in my front seat, I’d have ten cents. It’s not a lot, but it sure is more than you’d think you’d get.”
“It happened again?”
“It happened again.”
There was a pause and he said, “So you aren’t looking at sugar from the first time.” I looked at the reportedly new sugar. “Well, yes, you are, but not only old sugar. New sugar, too.”

Obviously.