A child comes into the local convenience store. After carefully examining all of the shelves, she pronounces that they are missing a brand name chocolate bar. With all the passion of a seven year old she implores the owner to get some.
The owner sees an opportunity to make money, so next week there is a shelf section dedicated to the candy bar. The child appears again. This time the protest is over the need for a different chocolate bar. The owner notes that none of the original bars are bought.
Week after week the saga continues. The owner gains well stocked shelves but the child has not bought one chocolate bar. As though getting what she wants is to take away her enjoyment.
One day the owner confronts the child at the door. In his hand is the ultimate delectible treat. He stretches his arm out to her. She recoils.
“It’s yours.”
“I don’t want it!”
“I’m not asking you to pay for it.”
“I still don’t want it.”
The owner puts the treat back on the counter. The young child disappears. The last glimpse of her coat tail is accompanied by the words, “Somebody gives me somethin’. That’s no fun!”