Your eyes light up like a Christmas tree, making grabby hands at the bag until it falls into your palms. Once more, the bag is ripped open like your life depended on it. "Jerky-flavored chips. There is beauty in this world," you whisper, a single tear rolling down your cheek as you took one chip out of the bag, reverent of it. When you brought the chip to your mouth at last, you almost wept from the flavor.