A coworker introduced me to this bag of joy on a gloomy morning whilst I was recovering from a disheartening aftereffect from the night prior. The bag was already wrenched open, but offered a slit too small to fit your hand into. I tore into the bag... +
A coworker introduced me to this bag of joy on a gloomy morning whilst I was recovering from a disheartening aftereffect from the night prior. The bag was already wrenched open, but offered a slit too small to fit your hand into. I tore into the bag and the aroma of buffalo and endless opportunity permeated through the dry office air. Quaking with anticipation and hungover hunger, I grasped an unhealthy handful and stared upon what would change my life forever.
As they move towards my lips, time and space stop for a moment; hovering somewhere between the scent of blue cheese and tropical spice.
All at once there is a union of smell and taste, a brittle crunch and I feel like I am back in my childhood home. My vision starts to lessen and blur as I feel myself eating chicken wings that have taken the form of a potato.
I am charmed and elated as I swallow. Is this real?
Throughout my shift I find myself hot with Chip fever. I continue to sleuth over to the lunch room to relive the experience at the expense of losing my job as I am not in my wicket.
My hands dirtied with buffalo powder, I wipe them clean with Lysol desk cleaner and reflect on all the beautiful memories I've had throughout my life.
These chips have forever changed my perspective on life.
Thank you PC.
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