Monday. 12:15 p.m.
You get through the morning with only one Diet Coke and you need a pick me up...bad.
You look to the vending machine for grace in the form of Pita Chips. Last week that slot stopped working. Somehow you hoped Friday was a fluke and the pita chips would be restored by Monday. You were wrong.
You scramble for something salty. Something crunchy. Not some subpar potato chip crunch. That might be fine for a Thursday afternoon. But midway through a Monday?!?! "I'd rather eat a bag of cinderblock shavings!!" you think to yourself.
You settle on the T.G.I. Friday's Cheddar Bacon Potato Skins. They taste like bacon bites and have a satisfying crunch. You could have done worse.
Only the bag looks different now. T.G.I. Friday's is no longer a good place to go with friends (due to gangfights and hurricanes) and all you really wanted were some Pita Chips.
You crawl back to your desk in shame.
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