If only...

I regularly chew Wrigley's Spearmint Gum in an effort to curb my appetite (with little success). I prefer to chew 2 pieces at once, and so I went to my drawer to do just that. Well, I only had one piece left. Not to worry, I told myself, I have that big 10 pack of packs further back in the drawer. When I fished it out and opened the gum, I discovered it was a lime green color. Fearing some error on my part, I re-examined the packaging, only to find that this particular brand of gum now has a New, Improved Flavor.

While this concerned me slightly, as I have been a fan of the old, unimproved flavor for many years, it was not enough of a concern to warrant a deviation from my original gum chewing plan. But then it struck me. I was about combine the old flavor (from the last remaining piece) with the new flavor. What were the odds that anyone had done this before? Honestly, I don't know too many people who chew a whole stick of gum at a time, let alone two, so the odds of this exact situation occurring to someone else was rather slim.

My mind was immediately awhirl with possibilities. Were there side effects from such a combination? Would I be struck down with a chemically-induced coma, causing all higher brain functions to cease? When emergency services arrived, would they in their ineptitude declare me legally dead? Would I be buried a few days later, only to revive as the first shovel-fulls of dirt were tossed on my casket?

Of course, another possibility existed. What if there were a beneficial reaction to the chemical composition I had just created? What if it somehow enhanced my own physical or mental abilities in such a way as to propel me to the forefront of scientific discovery? What if I was soon able to leap tall buildings in a single bound? What if I were mere seconds away from becoming the most powerful being on earth?

Suffice to say the gum's okay, but I prefer the old flavor. Also, I need a more challenging job.