While touring the aisles in search of pumpernickel, my sweet tooth (it's more of a fang, actually) started yelling at me.  It speaks to me when I think of things like pie, donuts, cake, so forth.

So I'm rounding the corner of aisle 3 at the bread store when.......
«HEY! YIP! Lookie here, buddy! I'm only $1.99 a box!»

There they were.
Cinnamon crumb cakes.
Lying in wait for unsuspecting sugar lovers such as myself.
Only $1.99 for 12!!! INDIVIDUALLY WRAPPED for god's sakes!

«Buy me! Buy me!» The shouting was deafening. Other shoppers were beginning to look my way. I HAD to do something. The crumb cakes were yelling, the sweet fang was hollering.

I picked up a box and went to the checkout. Screw the pumpernickel.

Now I was back in the car. The fang was still screaming. I tore open the box, ripped a crumb cake from it's protective plastic pouch and shoved it toward the fang.

Ewwwww. These things were nasty.

Pardon me while I go in search of a nice Hostess Twinkie.