So, Catnik...my father used to love mint-flavored Lifesavers. He'd buy rolls and rolls of them, and he always had some in the car on his commute. One day he left for the office, then came back in a few seconds later, saying, "I must always make sure that me and my mincemeat!" Those of us having breakfast gave each other a confused look, and then he showed the roll of Lifesavers he'd come back for. "Me and my mints meet!" he clarified, and left for work.