reminds me of my grandmother when i was a kid. always had them in her bag... i always went digging for special dark.
we had an uncle who, whenever we visited his house, always had special dark in the candy jar. We would come thru the door and race to the jar. Then one day, we ran to the jar and NO CANDY! omg... you would have thought the world ended right there, we fell to the floor in shock with blank looks.
He came running out of the kitchen laughing saying that he was joking and had the special dark in his hand.... so uncle charlie lives on in hershey's special dark.