Mr. Laaker and his date were then marauded by an overly large (seemingly due to chocolate consumption) booth attendant. This gentleman began hawking his chocolate-stirring wares and, noting their age (and thus youthful "hip" factor), encouraged them to visit his Internet-based chocolate wonderland: chocolatesomethingorother.com.

(As one can read, Mr. Laaker didn’t bother to commit the URL to memory.)

The evening ended with a jovial mockery of "Magda, The Chocolate Reader™," a New Age guru able to read an individual’s future from the settlings of chocolate. The booth had attracted several lonely spinsters, eager to glean their upcoming achievements from a bohemian seer in front of a cocoa-crusted Tupperware bowl.