My dirty secret

Every time I go to the supermarket and buy a candy bar I am forced to eat a smashed one, because some asshole I'm sure has crushed them. So I go home and beat my butler savagely.

What if it's a poor kid who saved up for ages?

"You know, Billy, since it's your birthday I think you deserve a treat," said Grandpa Jack. Billy could barely contain his enthusiasm. "Really!? Oh boy!" he yelled gleefully. Grandpa Jack chuckled to himself and led the excited boy into the supermarket candy isle.
"Which one can I get, Grandpa?"
"Choose anything, Billy! It's your birthday!"
Billy squeaked with excitement and ran up and down the isle trying to choose. He eventually walked back to Grandpa Jack, his previous mirth forgotten.
"What's wrong?" asked Grandpa.
Billy nodded solemnly. "Daddy talks about how we don't have a lot of money right now, so I don't think I should make you spend it on candy."
Grandpa Jack was touched by the little boy's selflessness, and crouched down to be at eye level with him. "You're a good person, Billy. Your father is right, but I'll be damned if I'll let that spoil your birthday! You go down that isle, Billy, and you pick out the biggest, tastiest treat you see!" Grandpa Jack was almost bowled over by the sudden hug from his grandson. "You're the best Grandpa ever!" Billy shouted before quickly running straight toward the only treat he thought was worth the money. With an ear to ear grin, he showed Grandpa Jack a big packet of chocolate bars.
"This way, I can share with Johnny and Susie next door as well!" he exclaimed happily. Grandpa Jack felt immense pride at the kind nature of his grandson, taking the packet to the checkout and leaving the store. As they walked out of the shopping center and down the long path home, Billy couldn't wait and ripped open the packet. He stopped walking, drawing the attention of Grandpa Jack.
"What's wrong, Billy?" he said as he stepped closer and looked inside the bag. His grandson looked up at him with tearful eyes.
"T-They are all...broken..." Sure enough, when Grandpa peeked inside, there were only crumbled broken pieces of chocolate. Billy cried and Grandpa hugged him.
"Who...Who would d-do that, Grandpa?"
"Some complete fuckwad, Billy."

YOU DOUCHE. I was a poor kid, and i would save up my pennies for them expensive chocolate bars, it broke my heart when they are broken. You are fucked up.

> At store one day as a child
> Parents don't let me eat candy
> I've saved up for a king sized snicker from change that I've found on the ground
> Took me a long ass time
> Find my candy
> I haven't even reached puberty yet, but I creamed my pants looking at that motherfucker
> Take to check out
> Not even tall enough to see over the check out counter
> Hand the woman my money
> Leave store happily
> About to open my candy bar as I'm walking home (My house was only a minute or two down the street)
> Some fucktwat on a bike rides up to me, pushes me down, takes my hat, my gloves, and my beloved chocolate
> Cry
> Go home and tell dad that my candy was stolen
> GET GROUNDED FOR BUYING CANDY ALTHOUGH I DIDN'T EVEN GET TO EAT IT

That or you disappoint all the poor kids who scrimped and saved for that candybar for months.

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And what if a poor kid saves his money for months to buy an expensive candy bar? Imagine his face when he opens it happily and then starts crying because it's crushed!

Thats right comrade, crush them from the inside, revolution is coming. For the Proletariat!!

No, but really, you are a jerk.

So you're the bastard...

So you're the asshole who breaks all the god damn Butterfingers!

THAT WAS YOU??

what if a poor kid saves up for 3 months goes to the store and buys it and goes hoome and finds it is crushed