Yep, it's the little unexpected things that make life interesting. It could be the minute manipulations that make a jujutsu technique work, or the way a carpet looks different if you vacuum the fibers at a 90-degree angle to how they lay before. Maybe it's suddenly noticing a brief echo of harmony in a song you've heard a dozen times before or catching a whiff of Polo cologne and remembering all the frat boys who wore it in college, the legs of their Levis tucked and rolled constriction-tight to their ankles in a Midwestern stab at late-80s fashion.
Whenever I see Taco Flavored Doritos, I'm reminded of the candy store that used to occupy a corner a couple blocks from our house. My friend Ann and I would take our quarters inside and buy little bags of the chips, or we'd spend the money playing air hockey. Ann was partial to the two-tone pressed-powder suckers that rubbed the tongue raw; I liked $100,000 bars and Marathon bars.
Seen any butterfly rumbles lately?