A Crisp Discovery

I walked across the wooden coffee table, keeping my steps careful until a colorful crinkly pouch caught my attention. It was a half-eaten bag of potato chips propped against a remote control. Leaning my weight against the glossy foil, I peered down into the opening. The fragrant, salty scent rushed out, and I managed to carefully tilt one golden, ridged chip toward the rim. Holding it firmly between my hands felt like holding an enormous, delicate shield.