Whenever I give into my sweet tooth craving and visit the vending machine in the Cramer Hall [Health Sciences] Student Lounge, there is always one bag of candy that is barely still clinging onto it's row. I always pick that candy, whatever it is (once, it was Swedish Fish, once it was Reece's) and therefore end up with the clinger candy and the candy that I actually paid for.
Sometimes, I feel bad for whoever didn't get their candy. It's really not fair that I should get two while they get none.

But at the same time, I feel as if it is The Universe's way of telling me that, every now and then, a little treat is O.K.