No Potato Chips Today
No potato chips today. In the house. What about the store?
I do not need them at first. But in a little while I try to send someone.
Because I am in my fluffy zebra pajamas and my fluffy socks.
Not wanting them enough to get dressed.
Suddenly nothing in the world is as important as a chip in my mouth.
Could you?
No.
Would you?
No.
What would I have to do?
I try to not think of potato chips for six minutes.
I can taste the salt, and I hear the crunching sound I need.
I dig to the bottom of the bread basket and find one.
Gobble it quickly. It is stale unfortunately.
I tear open the kitchen cupboards and start clashing things around.
There must be a secret stash somewhere, or a couple that fell.
I am slamming cupboards a bit harder now, mad as hell.
I have to have those damned chips, and I do not want to dress.
Finally my husband who knows how obsessive I get,
And recognizes the danger signs, fearing for his life,
Gets dressed and runs to the dollar store to get me my chips.
Life will get easier now.
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