Now, the obvious question is why in the world I would accept gum from a stranger.
When you do media relations, the word “relations” figures greatly into it. So, I will generally accept a piece of gum from someone. I won’t be chewing that piece of gum, but I’ll accept it… and put it in my pocket. You never know what you’re getting from a stranger.
Just before I hid the gum in my pocket, though, I took a picture of it. What struck me as odd was that it was a piece of spearmint gum manufactured in Baghdad, but the packaging was completely written in English.
One thing they have in ample supply here is Ice Cubes. No, not the rapper or frozen water. I mean the gum.
They are little cubes of gum, and they are all over the place. In fact, the general was playing around with a box of these things when we were at Taji.
Still, I think I’ve had my fill of chewing gum for a while. I often get a cramp in my jaw from chewing too much. Of all addictions to get, chewing gum was the last thing I thought would hook me.