The Fresh Maker

Am I the only person who gets really paranoid when someone offers me a breath mint? I mean, logic tells me that when someone is partaking of something, the polite thing to do is offer to share with everyone around them. (Have our kindergarten teachers taught us nothing?) And I would most certainly be offended if someone was eating some peanut butter M&M's and didn't bother to offer me a handful (or twelve handfuls). So, 9 times out of 10, when someone eats a mint in my presence and offers me one, they're probably just being polite. But I can't help but wonder if pulling out a mint to eat it in my presence is all a ruse in order to offer me one so that my rank nasty breath would stop assaulting them. Therefore, when someone offers me a mint, I feel absolutely compelled to take it even if I don't want it because I'm terrified that if I turn it down, the Mint Offerer might be thinking, "Dang it. That plan didn't work. Must move on to Plan B." And for all I know, Plan B might include banging me over the head with a lead pipe and tossing me in their trunk just to keep my bad breath from harming anyone else. 

It's just something to think about.