When I was a little kid my parents used to belong to a bowling team. The team was actually sponsored by a young carpenter who bowled and had his own business. He was on the team and eventually was introduced to my mom’s sister and became my uncle. That’s another story though. 
Anyway they bowled on Wednesday nights. I guess I was maybe 7 and my sister 6. We would just run around the bowling alley during league night and find things to do. One of my favorites was taking a coat hanger off the coat rack and straightening it out. Then I’d lie on my belly and swipe it under each of the four or five vending machines and scoop out any coins that had been dropped by bowlers. I was pretty creative when I was 6. 
The man who owned the bowling alley was named Ed Gress. I have no idea how I remember this from forty-three years ago. I’m sure he’s passed away long ago. The bowling alley has been closed for 20 years.
Mr. Gress was a nice man who had a GIANT (or so it seemed to a six year old) can in his office that was filled with chocolate. I don’t mean pieces of chocolate either… but it was like someone poured liquid chocolate into a big can and it hardened.
He would take a knife or some sort of sharp object (it could have been his finger nail clippers for all I knew) and dig into the chocolate in the can and chip out a couple of hunks and give them to my sister and I. Yum.
I have no idea why I still remember this. It just popped into my head when Jason (@TRL)Â said something about having a lot of “bulk” chocolate at home.
 I guess when you’re a kid and nice people do nice things for you, you remember them sometimes. Thanks Mr. Gress.
I just felt like typing it out. Hope reading this random thought of mine didn’t bore anyone.