text: One time, when I was a kid, I went to Harris Teeter with my mom. It was right around Valentine's day and they had this candy hopper full of heart shaped jawbreakers. I really wanted some so I ask my mom and she says I can get a few. I'm about 10 years old and just pushing past four feet tall. The hopper is up above me a bit and I have to reach up above me to hold my bag underneath it. I pull the handle to open the hopper and the candy starts to pour in. It makes a satisfying sound and it soothes me like the rainsticks I had made in school. I break the spell of the sound when I have enough and I try to close the hopper but one of the jawbreakers was caught in the gears, so the door is stuck in the open position. I start to freak out. I can't go and get anyone because I have to hold this bag here, but the hopper is three feet tall and there's no way my little bag will hold it all. More jawbreakers pour out of the candy hour glass and as the bag fills the thin plastic it's made from starts to stretch. By the time the jawbreakers reach the top of the bag a small crowd of adults has formed, each of them saying "here, just close it, like this." They push hard on the handle but the jawbreaker was made to take such abuse. After a few seconds each one gives up and falls into the shallow circle, scratching their heads, waiting to see what happens next. By the time the jawbreakers reach the top of this bag my arms are killing me and the bag has these big holes in it where my fingers dug through. Then, in an instant that goes on for hours, the seam of the bag rips and jawbreakers go everywhere. The sound brings half the store over and the rest of the hopper sprinkling over the floor brings over everyone else. I just stood there, helpless like everyone else, watching the the colors flow. The guy standing next to me worked there, and I'm pretty sure now that he was the one who had to clean it up afterwards. I must have looked at him with such a pathetic "I'm sorry" face, because he reached out, into the torrent of candy. He came back with a small handful of heart-shaped jawbreakers. Without the smallest hint of a smile or scowl he said, "don't worry about it", and put them in my hand.