[Poggio]

It took all his will power not to shove the boys forgotten bag out of his car and run it over. After a few quick puffs he was able to breath with out coughing. He watched skittles run across the parking lot. For a few moments he vindictively decided to simply keep the bag as his war prize. But as he sat sipping his drink he thought better of it. He got out of his car with his umbrella and the bag and ran after skittles.