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Wanna Bet? Part 5

Yes, friends, it's time for another anecdote of an amusing bet that I have made (all of the previous iterations are linked in that post, if you're really curious). As always, it's the lead up and the story around the bet itself that are amusing, not so much the contents of the bet. I don't much care whether it was a $1 bet or someone had to jump in a lake; most of the time, that's like a 5 second conversation. The stakes are almost incidental most of the time. It's the joy of winning, the pain of losing, and the glee involved in getting to the end that amuse me.

So, this story starts with a bit of a convoluted joke. A friend of mine said something about Sour Patch Kids in conversation, and I said that I should get some. I don't eat tons of candy, but every now and again, I do pop a few pieces into my mouth. And as it happened, the mood happened to strike.

However, my friend interpreted my comment as, "I currently have some of this candy in my possession." When I clarified my previous statement, she expressed disappointment. She also claimed that she wanted no part of this, since it was tainted by lies and deception.

Remember, kids, I am a smart ass. It was way too tempting to go out and buy some of this candy. I may or may not have followed that up by informing said friend that this was the kind "tainted by lies" and that those were the best kind. Everyone involved had a good laugh.

As I said above, however, I usually eat a few pieces of candy at a time. So this bag of candy has lasted quite a while. As of this writing, there are still candies left in that bag (luckily, that kind of candy doesn't exactly spoil). In fact, that bag has been there long enough that I got curious how long it'd take me to finish it. Along the same lines, I wondered if I should eat more per day, or if it would give me diabetes to increase my daily consumption. So, I looked up the nutritional stats on the back of the bag. Luckily, it wasn't going to make my pancreas explode to eat a few more.

Fast forward a week or so, and this same friend remarked on how little of the candy I had eaten. Well, yeah, that was true. But in my defense, the serving size was pretty sizable; no one eats that many at a time. She scoffed, and that led to the following, paraphrased, exchange:

Friend: "Whatever, you're just skimping."
Me: "I'm telling you, the serving size if huge. It's 16 pieces!"
Friend: "What? No way. It's less than that."
Me: "I'm pretty sure it's 16."
Friend: "Not a chance."
Me: "You sure about that? Wanna bet?" (trying very hard to keep a straight face at this point)
Friend: "Yes. I'm willing to bet that's the serving size is less than 10 pieces."
Me: "Okay, so if it's 10 or more, I win."
Friend: "Wait, wait. No, it has to be 11 or more for you to win. 10 or less, and I win."

It's a miracle I didn't have a Cheshire Cat grin on my face at that point. I wasn't 100% positive that I was going to win, but the percentage was pretty darn close. I had just happened to look at this fairly recently. The back and forth about who won if the serving size was 10 pieces was like a cherry on top.

So, I pulled out my phone, and found the nutritional facts on the company's website. Yup, 16 pieces. She owes me a meal now.
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