“Yeah it is.”
He tried to give an empty plastic bag to the anon, but by the time he found one she was already leaving.
He made a mental note to apologize later. Maybe give her something nice.
He checked for any more of that brand, but thankfully the rest of the candies were no-brands. Pulling out a butterknife, he sliced the offending bar off of the Wall. At least the chunk in the crack was hard to see.
After throwing away the awful thing, he ran out. At the very least, when Kitterah got back up, she would find a cold water bottle and a plate of saltine crackers.