Chloe had been begging me since last weekend to take her to a local candy store that specializes in nostalgic treats of all shapes, sizes and flavors. She was yearning for old fashioned taffy, a 12-inch long piece of gooey cavity-inducing sugar and artificial flavor that I used to buy whenever I was lucky enough to go to Allaire State Park, an historical village in central New Jersey that had an awesome general store (at least I thought it was awesome when I was 8).
Making good on my promise, we went yesterday afternoon. This particular candy store is located next to a very popular movie theater in town. We arrived at around 4 pm on a rainy, Sunday afternoon and the movies were hopping. One would think that the candy store would be hopping, too. Except it wasn’t because there was a sign on the door that said “back in five minutes.” So Chloe and I waited. And waited. We counted the number of people who tried to buy goodies at the store but were foiled (including a woman who was looking to buy her son, who has celiac disease, a treat he could enjoy) because five minutes turned into 30 minutes and counting.
About 20 potential customers later, Chloe and I were the only suckers still waiting. We contemplated leaving a note on the candy store door indicating to the owner how many opportunities were missed. And then, as I was finally ready to tell an increasingly disappointed daughter that she’d have to wait another week for her sugar fix, the owner nonchalantly appeared with a coffee and reopened the store. Chloe ran into the shop and smiles were quickly restored.
Yet I can’t help but wonder how much longer this shop will remain in business.