I have a love-hate relationship with chewing gum.
One of the guys at work always has these strange brands of gum, with highbrow flavours. He particularly favours minty orange, which I'll grant you is surprising at first, but delicious. And every now and then I steal some off him because, well, for example, lunch needs to be fought back against.
And every single time — every. single. time. — I arrive at the point where the delicious flavour has all but faded, and then past that point to where even the random interrmittent bursts of flavour are a thing of the past.
This is the point where you realise you are, indeed, chewing … GUM.
And you can't even get all righteously indignant and/or disappointed over it. Because it's in the name.
These chewing gum manufacturers and their nefarious honesty. It's diabolical.