My dad loves to snack on hard candy. Growing up, I remember his preferences transition from the Werther's Original to Jolly Ranchers and to his current choice, Lifesavers. Tropical, preferably. He especially enjoyed snacking on these in the car, so the cup holder or glove box always had a ziplock bag or two of whatever candy he was into at the time. I remember sitting the back seat with my sister whenever we would go out and occasionally get offered a piece. Even if I didn't want a piece at the time, I would take it and keep it in my own door handle for later.
I remember one evening, I must have been in middle school or some equally turbulent point in my childhood, getting lectured in the car by my dad for something I've forgotten by now but almost certainly deserved. As most teenagers do, I was only half paying attention as I unwrapped a Jolly Rancher and put it in my mouth. As dad spoke with me, I proceeded to put the Jolly Rancher between my teeth and bite down on it, letting my teeth slowly sink in around the fruit flavored goodness. After a minute or so of this, I realized that my teeth had become stuck together and if my dad's lecture required any input from me, I wouldn't be able to talk. I spent the next minute furious trying to get my jaw freed while my dad continued on, hoping that this lecture remained a monologue. I did finally free myself, managing to keep myself out of what I'm sure would have been even more trouble.