Unfortunately, these chips are not mine. I did not eat 3/4 of a bag of Sun Chips. This has all the looks of being my two year old daughter's (loyal readers know her work) chips. And for some reason my wife does not like me eating all of the kid's food. It seems like this would be the end of it then, but it isn't, it has not been, and it is unlikely to ever be. I just cannot help myself.
It usually starts like this: I spot some sort of treat in the cabinet and begin obsessing over it. If it is already open, before I even know what I am doing, I am removing the chip clip and sliding my hand in. Just one won't hurt. But then shit always goes right off the rails. One turns into two and two turns into crumbs.
So now, instead of a little theft cover-up, I am trying to dispose of a body. I take the packaging and begin to wad it up. If I am afraid it is too loud, I can turn on the garbage disposal. I will not want it visible in the top of the trash can, so I walk it out to the large outside trash bins. Sometimes it just lays right on top, so I grab a stick and push it under some of the full trash bags. Once I am confident the remains will not be found, I put the chip clip back in the drawer as to not raise suspicion about why it is sitting in the cupboard not clipping a fucking thing.
This tried and true method has a success rate of 0%. My wife and daughter have snack photographic memories that would put Will Hunting to shame. As soon as the heist in sniffed out, I end up looking like some kind of monster. Why don't I just let my daughter have her chips? If I want Sun Chips so bad, why don't I just go out and buy some? All I can say is, I do not just want some Sun Chips, I want those Sun Chips. Speaking of those Sun Chips...*turns on garbage disposal*