Hey, Science Boy: I hate that chip you have to eat to see if the chips are stale. I just stood there and looked at it this morning, to see if I could think of another way. Break test; test your breaks. But it was inconclusive. Well, we need something conclusive. Obviously.
[Do you realize there are COMPLETE IDIOTS out there who would just dump some in their soup and THEN find out? Oooh. Shivers. Then you have to toss the soup or fish them out. That ought to learn them. ]
Like a pregnancy test kit. No ~ litmus paper. You get medicated pads of paper about two inches square, and set the chip on them. Green is go, blue is stop. Chip paper. We sell them to Handi-Wipes, who wipes up with them.
See, I need this. I have East Indian soup. I want something to put in it. I like corn chips. It's a nice compliment, and a way to add to the bulk-fluff of the meal. Bachelor food, when you don't have handmade triscuit add-ins. I thought I was out of chips. But being the good natured, responsible person I am, I went into the chip cupboard to dig deep.
Tails. "Falldown" we professionals call it.
I don't mind using tails, crushy chips, for soup; because in case you haven't noticed, you crush them anyway. Those are guacamole chips you're wasting. Buster.
Well! There was a bag in there behind the Seagrams. A cylinder about three inches in diameter. I checked the seal. I slipped off the rubber band (bless them) and checked the roll tightness ~ how responsibly the person last using rolled up the bag flap. Tight; tight as a drum. Was begun with the critical even-chip bag bottom distribution. Don't skip that! (That's why you need that toilet paper re-roll "tender".)
But I didn't "know" the bag. I like a bag to be recent friends. Still, I'm responsible, so I stuck my hand in and got one out. Errrrrrr......
IT'S A GOOD CHIP!!!
Wow!!
The most unlikely of outcomes.
But you, you could do a lot for Living.
Toss those silly pharmaceuticals and make a Chip Index. |
