I sat down at the bus stop and glanced at my surroundings. A somewhat chatty person was having a conversation with the elderly woman on his right, apparently about the news stories from the paper he was reading. I was on his left. A few moments of relative silence passed, and a bus pulled up. It was headed the opposite direction than the one I wanted, so I stayed seated. The elderly woman said goodbye to the man with the paper and boarded the bus. The man stayed seated as well. He abruptly ruptured the silence.
“Have you heard about that new candy shop on Wilson Avenue?”
“I’ve heard things, what was it called?”
“The Secks Shop.”
“Ah, that’s right.”
He opened the paper widely and pointed to a particularly long article.
“Right here. Seems like parents don’t want their kids going anywhere near that place.”
I sighed, “I don’t see what the big deal is. If the kids like Secks, let ‘em have Secks.”
He started, “But…”
“No, seriously. I’ve had it. It’s pretty good. I do like Secks. Their flavors are orgasmic in taste, and their lines of candy are diverse.”
“Expensive though.” I said, “They have a new line of flavors coming out, Cheep Secks.” “Really? Will they cost as much.”
“Not hardly. But, they can’t be losing money since the others are so expensive.”
“Why do people still buy them?”
“I don’t know. Secks sells.”“I guess.”

It got quiet for a while.

“Which line is your favorite?”
I thought about it. “I’m not too fond of Kinkie Secks, nor Premaritell Secks, nor But Secks. My favorite is Grate Secks.”
He laughed, “I like the new spicy line.” "Hawt Secks?”
“That’s the one.” He confirmed.

After a pause, I said, “My friend likes the newest line.”
“Which is that?”
“Ghey secks.”
He pointed to the paper, “Parents are all spazzing out about that one.”
“I don’t understand the controversy, myself. I mean, if kids want Secks, they’ll get Secks. Someone will treat them to it, or they’ll pay for Secks. Either way, they’re going to have their Secks if they try hard enough. I mean, I’m sure parents enjoy Secks,. If not, I know for a fact that they’ve had Secks. “Instead, they cause major riots, media gets all over it, and then before you know it, Secks is everywhere. On the news, TV commercials, all over talk shows. Instead, they should let their kids enjoy Secks. I personally hate Premaritell Secks, but I can’t stop it, so I leave it be, so long as it doesn’t affect me.”

He pondered over that for a second, and then went back to the paper, silence once again reigned.

My bus came, and I got on, oddly enough, this was the man’s bus, too. We ended up sitting next to each other. At least I had the window seat A few minutes on the road, he suddenly points to the article again.

He said, shoving the paper in my face, “Looks like Secks has been going around lately, they’re even in video games.”
“Secks in video games?” “Yep, has parents going nuts over it.”
“Like I said, they can riot all they’d like. I won’t get them anywhere.”
“Yeah…”

My stop came, and I got off, waved goodbye to the man through the window, and walked back to my apartment.

My wife was already home. He had a nice dinners, had Secks afterward, then cuddled and watched television.

I still don’t understand what the big deal is, never will.