This is my friend. He is everyone’s friend. He rides my bus and he chose to be my friend. He’s a nice guy but I don’t know his name. I think he tried to tell me once but I never got it for sure.
I came to the CONCLUSION that I would just call him Candy Man! Every day Candy Man boarded my bus, he gave me at least as much candy as shown below. Sometimes he gave me more than what’s shown below. There were even times when Candy Man gave me some more candy when he de-boarded my bus. Other fellow riders benefited from Candy Man’s generosity as well because he gave them handfuls of candy. Candy man just liked giving candy to people.
Just for safety’s sake, I had to scientifically determine that what Candy Man gave me actually was safe. The most scientific way I knew of was to eat some of it. When it rendered no ill effects, I figured that he was not trying to poison me or that he had not given me some cutely wrapped ex-lax, so I obliged to his daily acts of dental destructive kindnesses.
One day as Candy Man boarded my bus, he blessed me with some breath mints. Was he hinting for an early drop off bus stop or was Candy Man just hinting? I’ll never know. He didn’t speak very good English and I didn’t understand very good..his language. Besides, I ended up changing routes and haven’t seen Candy Man since. With Candy Man gone, there is going to be a certain void to fill. My dentist calls it a ‘cavity’! Now, ain’t that sweet!