A Crispy Rest Stop

Trotting past the small corner market, my attention was caught by a colorful rack of bagged snacks stationed right outside. With a nimble hop, I bounded onto a low wooden crate and peeked at a bright yellow foil bag resting at eye level. Tapping the crinkly edge with both gloved hands, I gave a steady tug, popping open a small seam at the top. The savory aroma of salted chips drifted out immediately. I carefully drew out one golden, wavy crisp and sat down with my back against the slatted siding to enjoy the crunchy bite.