Gawd, raisins are like little landmines. There you are enjoying a perfectly good apple strudel, cinnamon bun, rice pudding, etc and then bam you get a raisin. Bam, another one. So you stop and pick them out and flick them off onto the road with contempt. You keep munching and bam, again - now you get pissed. You try another bit but it's too nerve racking. You don't know what's going to be in it. You just don't know. So you stop. You consider if you really need to finish eating it anyway, and decide no. No it's just not worth the damn risk. You toss what was meant to be an enjoyable treat into the trash and hope nobody else has to go through what you just did, even if it's a hungry homeless person. Because even they deserve better than that. Better than raisins.
or... maybe it's just me.