Candy

"May I help you?" the clerk asked. "Um ... yes," she replied. "I'm looking for a very specific candy - basically the Halloween equivalent of Christmas fruitcake." "Okaaaaaay," the clerk said, uncertain. She smiled at his distress. "I'm looking for those honey/peanut butter/whatever taffy-but-really-more-like-rubber-cement thingies wrapped in pieces of black and orange wax paper." "OH! Oh," the clerk replied, having a eureka moment, followed by a burst of horror; he made a face before he could stop himself. She clapped her hands together, delighted. "Yes! Those!" she exclaimed to the back of his head as he led her down a side aisle. "I'm new to the neighborhood and there are about 14 zillion kids; I'll go broke treating them every year if I pass out something good, but I don't want to NOT pass anything out. I just want to be the Bummer House where no one goes." The clerk grinned awkwardly, pointing to some cellophane bags hanging next to the circus peanuts.