I was having a conversation with my Conscience. I often do that—have these conversations and make contracts with it. You know—“This year I’ll join the gym.” “No more sugar for me.” “This year I’ll walk a mile a day.” And so on. So when I picked up a dark chocolate bar my Conscience noticed.
“Candy!” My Conscience said. “I thought you were giving up sugar.”
“But this is chocolate,” I said. “And dark chocolate. It’s good for you.”
“Yeah, but you know how you are, you won’t stop till it’s all gone.”
“Look, I’m only going to have three small squares,” I said.
My Conscience cocked an eyebrow and said, “Just three?”
I nodded vigorously. “Just three.”
“Can I trust you? Remember…”
I interrupted. “I’ve learned my lesson. I’ll only take three. And it’s the last I’ll ever eat today.”
I walked away smiling. Foxed it again! You see, my Conscience never reads the fine print.