Each time this summer we've hauled our trash to the local dump, an Upper Michigan landfill operated by a national company, I've stopped at the office to pay the bill and swipe a few of the delicacies illustrated above for our candy jar. They're ordinary mints (I tried one) but, let's face it, the packaging suggests all kinds of subliminal phenomena, mostly laxative in nature.
Someone really ought to talk to the PR/marketing guy who came up with the idea.
However, in the next Porcupine County mystery, Sheriff Steve Martinez is going to keep a bowl of the things on his desk and wonder about the mental capacities of the deputies who dip into it.
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