Chips

When I was at a gathering last Sunday, I noticed a bag of chips laying there on the grass (we were in a park), waiting to be opened. I was looking at it like a snake would look at a rat. A live one.

And after a subtle hint, the hostess opened it and served it on a plate. I zoomed in on it as an Israeli missile would on Palestine.

Grabbed a handful and stuffed my mouth. And then...nothing. It was like my taste for fatty stuff had disappeared. How disappointing!

But not to worry. My taste for peanuts are still there. Yes, I had to buy a bag of them and try. Got a good scare there, but I guess that living my life without chips is not such a big issue.

Except for that I am not gonna tell my cousin, who runs a chips company.