Back from a cold ten mile run, I’m packing up work stuff and realize I’m pass out hungry, it being 8pm that makes sense.  Depressed that I can’t find a dollar for a vending machine I go to leave and gaze longingly at the bags of treats behind the glass.  There, sitting in the bottom of the vending machine are a bag of popchips “sour cream and onion” potato chips - too good to be true.

In my haste to grab them from the bottom, I bump the vending machine and ANOTHER bag of chips falls down.  This time it’s Miss Vickies hand picked Jalapeno chips.  Two gifts from God.  The only way this evening of chips can get any better is if a bag of Cape Cod aged cheddar jalapeno chips falls from the sky and knocks me off my bike.

Wow.