A serious moment.

I know I usually write something funny or ridiculous but today I have a serious issue that I would like to bring up. The other night after a long work day I was on my way home and decided I was a bit peckish for a tasty potato, in chip form of course. I stopped by the local mini-mart and acquired a bottle of orange juice and a bag of salt and vinegar chips. Now there was nothing wrong with the juice and, in the beginning, nothing seemed off about the chips either. As I was getting to the bottom of the bag however I noticed that the salt flavor was diminishing while the vinegar flavor was increasing. Don't misunderstand me, I enjoy vinegar, hell when I was a kid I would drink the stuff, mostly in the hope that I would be granted acidic blood that I could use to blind my enemies but the bag clearly said salt and vinegar chips. Undaunted I continued to consume the baked potato treat. It wasn't until I reached the last chip in the bag that it really hit me. This chip was dark brown and absolutely wreaked of acerbic wickedness. As I placed this tangy slab of spud on my tongue, my tastedbuds were overwrought with sensations from the pungent potato slice. It was by far the most tangy thing I have ever eaten and I once ate five lemons on a tequila soaked dare. It was heaven and hell all rolled up on a piece of tuber, I both hated and loved it. So you may ask what the serious moment is all about. Well it's this. I am now horribly addicted to these chips but my unreliable mini-mart only carried them for a short time, apparently people had complained that they were too tangy and they took them off the shelves. I, being the fool that I am, decided to throw away the bag after devouring the delicacy, instead of my usual habit of leaving it near my PS2 until it becomes a home for a hermit crab. I can't even remember the name of the chips and I must hunt them down. All I can say for the people who ruined my life is this. You dirty flavor sensitive bastards, what is wrong with you? Strong flavors are a good thing, like blue cheese from Denmark or fresh pesto. You are a bad bunch of people, you have given me an addiction and then snatched it away. I am broken and destroyed and now the only thing that can make it right is if the guy down the street in the boarded up house sells salt and vinegar flavored crack.