The Death of Enthusiasm

I decided to buy some Baked! Lay's Sour Cream & Onion chips out of the vending machine just now, (I'm kind of a fitness nut, LOL!) but unfortunately they got stuck on the turning metal coil thing. This angered me quite a bit considering the day I've had, so I tried dislodge the chips by banging on the plexiglass just hard enough to mildly dislocate my ring finger.

Now in a fit of rage and cursing the idiot vending machine guy under my breath, I decided that I would convert the ten dollar bill in my wallet into quarters so I could get those damn chips. Once this was done, however, I realized how many quarters make up a ten dollar bill. (Hint: It's a lot and they're very heavy and they fill up my pocket uncomfortably.)

Since I already had ten pounds of quarters in my pants I figured I pretty much had to buy the chips behind my original purchase, and therefore buy two bags of chips at once. Both bags tumbled down into the collecting trough and I sullenly retrieved them as the legion of quarters in my pocket made like jingle bells.

Ha ha, joke's on me: Baked! Lay's Sour Cream & Onion chips are shaped like retarded starfish and taste like the dried-up hopes and dreams of a spinster librarian. Good thing I bought two!

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