The Great Potato Chip Disaster of 2 aught and 15
So there I was, innocently taking my left over pizza slices out of the oven. K, on her way back upstairs to her new corporate work-at-home space in what used to be A's bedroom, remarks, "I think you'll like those chips up in the cabinet. They are Parmesan cheese flavored. That should go good with your pizza."
K had made herself a bacon, lettuce, turkey, and tomato sandwich on rye toast. Her choice of chip, Sea Salt and Vinegar. I don't cotton much to vinegar on my chips and K knows that.
My first inclination was to forgo having chips with my pizza, but the leftover slices were rather small, and I was rather hungry. I decided to help myself to a handful after carefully removing he pizza slices from the oven.
I chose a big plate since I was going to add the chips to my lunch. Perhaps that was where things started to go wrong. With one hand holding my plate and the other holding my cane, I started for the living room intent on eating my lunch while I continued working on the computer while resting in my recliner.
What happened next is something of a blur. All I remember is coming to a sudden stop, the pizza and chips starting to slide across the plate, a quick reaction to stop them for going over the side resulting in them sliding back in my direction, and chips leaving my plate and hitting the floor. I did save the pizza and a very few chips.
Ace and I stood there stunned at the chips strewn about the living room floor. So stunned was Ace that he didn't even try to eat them. I wasn't going to eat them either, not after they'd lain on this dog crossed, cat traveled rug more than a fraction of a heartbeat.
With a heavy heart at what had been lost I picked up the errant chips and deposited them in the trash can. Had Ace not just been to the vet and told he needs to shed a pound or two I might have let him have a few. Ginger would have made quick work of them but she was, at that moment, keeping K company upstairs in K's new work space.
I took the fiasco as a sign from the universe that I was not to eat those chips with my pizza and did not return to the cabinet for more, though I will confess the thought did cross my mind to the point of actually opening the cabinet door. The thought went no further than opening the door, however. I did not even reach for the bag. I simply returned to the living room and ate the leftover pizza and the few chips that survived the disaster.
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