Then you remember that it’s not Starburst, but Zicam, masquerading as strawberry candy until the fifth stroke of your jaw, whereupon you realize that the “candy” is a starchy, chalky paste which threatens to coat the entirety of your mouth’s interior with it’s unholy textured homeopathy.
Ack! I need to wash this foulness out of my mouth. But WAIT! I can’t drink anything for fifteen minutes – thirty if it’s citrus! No matter, I’ll just eat somthi — nope. Can’t eat anything for fifteen minutes either. Drat.
I’ll just have to stick it out for a little bit.
And repeat every three hours.