The Dwindling Inventory

By Jim Hagarty
2014

I know that the service station sells gas and does auto repairs and is not a grocery store.

But four chocolate bars? Really?

There they were, on a shelf of their own, a shelf about three feet wide. They were spaced out to make it look like there were 40 candy bars. But there were only four.

I have been known to eat two chocolate bars in one sitting. I could have wiped out their entire inventory in a day, two max.

But I didn’t buy a bar as the supply of four looked as though they’d been there when FDR was still president.

Not bragging, but I know my chocolate bars. And this was not the place to be buying them.

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.