Easter has begun. At least, it has begun according to the supermarkets. If you go into my local Safeway, you will be convinced that the Festival of Chocolate is imminent, judging from the amount of space given over to chocoate and the like. May I point out that Easter is in April this year? April? And it is, as I write, early February. I trust I need not further elaborate my point.
Now, I’m all for the eating of more chocolate. The world would be a better place with more chocolate, I say. But Easter seems to encourage the bottom-of-the-barrel chocolate manufacturers. They seem to think any old crap will sell, if you shape it like a bunny and wrap it in foil. Sadly, they are often right. Many is the Easter I have choked down a generic Bunny or Chick, when one is proffered to me (read: forced upon me) by the beaming child of a co-worker. Who has a special little basket and everything. There is no escape.
And I haven’t even seen any Lindt bunnies yet. It’s going to get Real Bad when I do. You – other shoppers! Back AWAY from the bunnies. Leave them allllllll to me … and nobody will get hurt. (Except the bunnies.)
