What would one do with a million dollars?

   "One million dollars.  Going once--"
   "Here!" shouted the spotter.
   A wide grin grew on the auctioneer's face, "And that's one-point-one million to the lovely lady in the back.  Thank-you, ma'am.  Do I hear one-point-two?"  This bidding war had been going on for about fifteen minutes, and just when it seemed about ready to die, wham!  He jumped back to the middle-aged man in the charcoal jacket, "Sir?  One-point-two is the next bid.  One-point-two?"
   The gentleman let out a breath, and his spotter was working him for even a penny over one-point-one.  What better way to get another bid than to pull some emotional strings?
   "Do I hear one-point-two?"
   Silence.
   The gentleman shook his head.
   It took only ten seconds for the lady in the back to clap her puffy hands and cheer for her prize: 

The very last Twinkie.