There is a little drug store in our town that always seems to have that hard to find item. They are part of a chain, but not one of the really big chains that dominates opposite corners from each other. They always have exactly the brand of conditioner I like to use. They have the form of hangover relief the Phenom prefers.
And, at the cash register, they always have a box of Mint Dreams. And, I always buy a couple.
When I was a young monkey, when the Old Woman would take me shopping, at some point in the afternoon, she would buy one of these delights and we'd sit down for a few minutes and share it. (They use to be bigger.)
I never pass up the opportunity to buy them now, even if I do end up eating the whole thing alone now.