>"Hey, can I eat that chocolate Tootsie Pop?" I asked Julie.
"Yeah, sure," she said nonchalantly.
"You sure it's good?" I asked and bent down to pick it up off the floor, just to the side of her dining table.
"Yeah, of course!" she bristled.
I inspected it closely. It was fully wrapped, so why not? I pulled the waxy paper off the lollipop and stuck it in my mouth. Mmmm... chocolatey.
The door to Julie's apartment opened, and her boyfriend Bill appeared. He looked at me. "What are you eating?" A horrified look crossed his face. "That was on the floor.
"Oh, don't worry," I nodded. "It was wrapped."
"No, that's been on the floor for like six months!"
"Don't lie!" Julie snapped. "It was on a plate on the floor. It was only on the floor for the last 24 hours."
I contemplated it. Even if it was old, it was still wrapped, and it tasted OK. I shrugged. After all, a sucker is a sucker.