I've fallen off the wagon.
I'm weak.
Three to four years ago I worked at Olive Garden as a server. During my tenure there I developed somewhat of a reputation.
I was addicted.
If anyone wanted some, they knew who to come to. I would never start a shift without a full stock in my apron and I would get shaky if I didn't have some every 10 minutes or so. I had a problem, I knew it, and I didn't care. Someone just brought some to work and I succumbed. I'm sitting here with a mouthful....in bliss.
I'm addicted to mints.
I legitimately have a problem. My mint of choice is IceBreakers spearmint or wintergreen. I would take down a whole tin in a shift without breaking a sweat while I was serving tables. I never had any less than six unopened tins in my car. I constantly had two under my tongue, and as soon as they were too thin, I'd chew, and replace.
It had been over three years since I had a mint and someone just gave me a tin of mini Altoids. It's happened and I don't regret a thing.
