Years upon years ago, I was working as a laborer, and my GF at the time learned that I loved little kids' snacks, fruit snacks and gummies and things like that. She started packing for me little packets of treats in my lunch, which I enjoyed.

One time I made the mistake of offering one to one of my burly Romanian coworkers. I didn't want to be rude and bust out snacks without sharing them. "Want some lucky duckies?" I said, and offered him the little packet of cheese crackers shaped like ducks. He looked at it, confused, and asked, "What is this?" I explained. He looked back at it with pure contempt and said, "No. I do not want this."

His loss man, lucky duckies are fucking delicious.