I was driving to drama today, thinking about restaurants, when a beautiful thought hit me: What if they (and by they I mean Wrigley's) set up a Skittles restaurant? I can see it now: A brightly colored medium-sized building with the Skittles logo blazing across the doorway in big, white, plastic, letters.
You'd walk through the door, and a Skittles dispenser would drop a handful of Skittles on your head. You would advance happily, crunching on the many candies left on the floor by previous patrons, and visit the all-awe-inducing Skittles bar where there would be every Skittle flavor known to man set up in shiny, metal containers with a shiny, metal scoop to put Skittles into a shiny, plastic bag. There would be Original, Tropical, Berry, Sour, Riddles, Carnival, and too many others to name.
Or, you could walk directly up to the counter and order food. Yes, they'd sell real food there too. Pizza, bagels, subs, or whatever. But whenever you're done with your ordering, the teller would be obliged to say, "Do you want Skittles with that?" To which the obvious answer would be, "Absolutely."
