Eating trail mix

First, the peanuts. The bane of the trail mix.

Next, raisins and other assorted nuts, except the cashews.

Cashews last. Bite them in half, find the tastiest one, and eat it last.

Nothing left but a handful of M&Ms.

Sort the colors. So.

Only one green. I eat it first.

Two browns.

Hmm. A dilemma. Three each of orange and red. I eat them in alphabetical order.

Nine yellows.

Thirteen blues.

The way people look at me, you'd think they'd never seen trail mix before. In my own defense, the only thing I am not willing to compromise on is that the M&Ms must be last. Who wants to finish a handful of trail mix with peanut-taste in their mouth?

Augh. I wish I had a life I could write about. Not badly enough to do anything about it, mark you...