One of my more trivial pleasures is the odd Polo, the mint with the less fattening centre. You can see that I’m easy to please, but an innocent pack of Polos also has it within itself to really tick me off.
The first irritant is when I open a fresh pack and find that the mints are broken. This is usually signalled by lots of white bits of Polo cascading on to the floor. And what good are bits? Part of the fun is to see how long you can keep the mint whole for goodness sake.
The second irritant is more a packaging fault. Every now and then you get a pack where the outer paper wrapping splits. You can try and keep the Polos together with the foil, but sooner rather than later you’ve got a pocketful of loose mints and fluff.
Now the worst case scenario — both of the above. Sorry, I really can’t go there.