The Bag of Air I Paid For
You know that feeling when you’ve had a long day, your boss sent you three “quick” emails that weren’t quick, and the only thing keeping you going is the thought of inhaling a family-sized bag of chips? That was me yesterday. I stopped by the store, ignored my better judgment (and my blood pressure), and bought the “Premium Mega Family Pack” of my favorite chips. The bag was huge — like, carry-it-like-a-pillow huge. I got home, plopped on my couch, turned on Netflix, and ripped that baby open. And there it was… 70% air, 30% sadness. The chips were hiding like they owed me money. I even shook the bag to see if maybe there was a false bottom. Nope. Just air. I checked the label like it might say, “Warning: Contents may disappoint.” Of course, I still ate it all. Forgiveness is my toxic trait when it comes to snacks. But the whole time I was thinking, if I’m paying this much, I should at least get a bag that feels like it could knock someone out if thrown. Instead, I basically bought an edible balloon.
Comments (3)
Cloudwalker This is why I buy two. For emotional support. 🫵🏽😁✌🏽
You’re crazy. I like you.
1 week ago
MoonTide At least you didn’t cut your hand reaching for the last crumb. 😆👍
1 week ago
Shadowvibe “Emotional damage” in chip form.
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