I had a horrible experience at The Eleven (7-11) tonight.
There was a rack of caramels of an assorted variety (licorice, mocha, butter pecan) with a sign that proclaimed these candies were for "those with exquisite taste." I didn't want any caramels because I wasn't in the mood.
Then I started worrying about what people would think of me - maybe they didn't know that I wasn't hungry and they would think that I didn't have exquisite taste. And I was especially worried about the cute guy behind me because he might question the exquisite-ness of my taste, and then he wouldn't want to ask me on a date because he wouldn't want to marry someone who doesn't have taste that is as unexquisite as mine. Even Raj seemed to be juding me.
In the end I bought enough caramels to last a large family until I graduate. Come enjoy them if you have exquisite taste like I do!