Assisted Procrastination

I eat the broken chips first (potato, tortilla, corn, etc.). It’s “survival of the fittest.” Natural selection, even. Had they been strong chips, they’d have stayed whole and survived longer.

As a side note, those chips deliberately broken by any meal companions don’t count as “broken” in the true sense. I consider those artificially broken and are not necessarily weaker so much as bullied. I feel sorry for bullied chips.

Don’t get me wrong, when the bottom of the bowl approaches, no chip is truly safe. I enjoy eating them all – especially with queso. I’m just saying that, as with everything in life, there’s a hierarchy.