Things wot I hate #355
So, today I buy a punnet of chips. Delicious golden fried potato chips (or fries, to our american cousins). I know they're bad for me, but it's the first deep fried food I've eaten in a fortnight - it's a reward for me eating healthily and cheaply since my last payday, so I spend a spare $2 on some chips.
Hey, they're a vegetable, alright?
Anyway, back to the chips. Golden salty fried goodness. Mmmm. So, I pick a chip from the top of the pile, and pull softly to extract the potato morsel from it's crispy brothers.
And, of course, the chip I pull is the longest in the punnet. And, as I pull it forth, it upsets all the other chips, and the punnet gently topples over, scattering the deep fried goodies across my desk.
I hate that.
Hey, they're a vegetable, alright?
Anyway, back to the chips. Golden salty fried goodness. Mmmm. So, I pick a chip from the top of the pile, and pull softly to extract the potato morsel from it's crispy brothers.
And, of course, the chip I pull is the longest in the punnet. And, as I pull it forth, it upsets all the other chips, and the punnet gently topples over, scattering the deep fried goodies across my desk.
I hate that.