â€śStar Wars marathonâ€ť were the only words he actually heard before replying, â€śyes, Iâ€™d be up for that.â€ť He ignored the questioning look, and continued on, â€śwhen do you want to do it then? Would Saturday be good for you?â€ť
â€śGreat, would 10 be alright with you?â€ť
The rest of the week dragged and then it was Saturday, 10am on the dot, he rang the bell.
He was let in and shown into the living room.
There in an airtight box was a Marathon bar with Star Wars promotional wrapping from 1977.
â€śTheyâ€™re called Snickers now.â€ť