Grillless

So, the other day I was at the local corner store. I forget what I was there for now. Water? Throat candies? Something like that. I was in a very curious mood and I let my eyes scan the candy bar racks below the counter top. I scanned the usual suspects until my eyes stopped suddenly; I couldn’t believe what my eyes were relating to my brain, as my mind raced back fifteen or so years. Right there, about three rows down and far to the left of me I saw them. A box of Mackenzie Toffee, only the package only says Mack now, or did it always?

 Fifteen or so years ago seems like a lifetime away now. It was summertime, and I was spending it at my grandparents and working for my next door neighbour doing odd jobs. That summer away from home, the only rap music I could get was “Push It” and I was craving something else besides “Push It”, but the only other thing was the likes of ”Stairway To Heaven”. In other words, I wasn’t exactly in a place to hear some hip hop.

Nonetheless, that was the summer of alcohol in plastic and toffee candy, and the great feeling you got from wacking the cardboard toffee box as hard as you could to break it into little tiny pieces. These days, they now give directions on the box, which I don’t remember from my youthful days.

The directions are on the sides, and due to laws that govern our society up here in the great big Northern area of your map, there are two languages on the box, English and French. So, “Mack A Smack”, and “Mack On Craque” are the messages that this box delivers.

Is our society so crack and heroin obsessed that they have to use it to sell this message to our children? is this “Scottish” and what the kids are into these days? I have no idea but it got a great laugh at the office.

One thing is for sure, it’s still the same toffee on the inside.