Unsavory.

My hometown, Newport Coast, California, likes to exclude the unsavory.

For example, one will search in vain for a gas station or a fast-food establishment.

Its exclusionary techniques recently were found lacking, however.

While at a local fine eatery, with prices approaching $30 per entree, I observed a fellow and his wife waiting to be seated. The front desk offered afterdinner mints or hard candies that probably priced out at 37 cents a metric ton.

Evidently thinking they would even the score, this "Bonnie and Clyde" tandem scooped dozens--not once but twice--of these cheap candies into the wife's cavernous bag. Before their meal.

Folks, if free hard candies appeal to you in that volume, you might want to look for another restaurant--one with an outdoor speaker, a drive-through and perhaps a clown.