Well-stacked
Discovered Doritos JACKED 3D Bacon Cheddar Ranch Potato Chips during my weekly shop at Giant today. Awesomeness 3D'd!
They are available for a limited time (I may have to go back and put in a supply.)
Did a little research and found an odd thing. This is the product available here in the US:
Buy in Canada, this is what is on store shelves:
No ranch flavor for you Canada!!! Bwah ha ha. We save the best chips for ourselves! Plus, and no offense is meant by this, but Canadians' snack food palate is in no way as developed as Americans'--it would be impossible for them to parse the subtle ranch flavor from the bacon and cheddar flavors--it would be like feeding caviar to a moose.
I like to hit the Giant in the early afternoon, to avoid the rush. At that time of day, the check-out clerks are exclusively middle-aged women, who have been with the store for many years (I expect they get to choose their hours, and prefer the day shift), and are full-figured and barrel-like, with solid waists and expansive chests. Today they were wearing a company t-shirt that had "STACK UP" written across it ("STACK UP" as in buy in large quantities of their foodstuffs to restock your pantries).
I stood in line behind a young, very slim and tall professional woman in a business suit, a long length of white chalk of unbroken perpendicularity. I would like to think that when she reached the head of the line, and read the convex admonition across the buxom chest of the check-out clerk, a subtextual message flickered back and forth between the two of them. A moment of prepubescent rivalry that carried itself forward to this very moment, despite the fact that they were both now full-fledged, card-carrying, mature women, an unconscious but irresistible impulse. The slender professional arched her back a bit, to further jut forward her slender professional blouse; the middle-aged check-out clerk leaned forward a tad, to further stretch her t-shirt's already taut fabric:
"STACK UP"!
If it didn't happen, it really should have, and if it should have, I'm going to imagine it did. And at that thought, my lips broke into what an onlooker might have termed a wry grin, but what the absurdist in me would prefer to label an upside down frown.
They are available for a limited time (I may have to go back and put in a supply.)
Did a little research and found an odd thing. This is the product available here in the US:
Buy in Canada, this is what is on store shelves:
No ranch flavor for you Canada!!! Bwah ha ha. We save the best chips for ourselves! Plus, and no offense is meant by this, but Canadians' snack food palate is in no way as developed as Americans'--it would be impossible for them to parse the subtle ranch flavor from the bacon and cheddar flavors--it would be like feeding caviar to a moose.
I like to hit the Giant in the early afternoon, to avoid the rush. At that time of day, the check-out clerks are exclusively middle-aged women, who have been with the store for many years (I expect they get to choose their hours, and prefer the day shift), and are full-figured and barrel-like, with solid waists and expansive chests. Today they were wearing a company t-shirt that had "STACK UP" written across it ("STACK UP" as in buy in large quantities of their foodstuffs to restock your pantries).
I stood in line behind a young, very slim and tall professional woman in a business suit, a long length of white chalk of unbroken perpendicularity. I would like to think that when she reached the head of the line, and read the convex admonition across the buxom chest of the check-out clerk, a subtextual message flickered back and forth between the two of them. A moment of prepubescent rivalry that carried itself forward to this very moment, despite the fact that they were both now full-fledged, card-carrying, mature women, an unconscious but irresistible impulse. The slender professional arched her back a bit, to further jut forward her slender professional blouse; the middle-aged check-out clerk leaned forward a tad, to further stretch her t-shirt's already taut fabric:
"STACK UP"!
If it didn't happen, it really should have, and if it should have, I'm going to imagine it did. And at that thought, my lips broke into what an onlooker might have termed a wry grin, but what the absurdist in me would prefer to label an upside down frown.