Pita Chips

I love pita chips. I think they are absolutely the greatest thing that God ever created. Even better than the personal computer.

Anyway, so I was at the grocery store and I happened upon the aisle of pita chips. I was in heaven (The grocery store is called Heaven's FoodStore... so I really was). There are so many kinds of pita chips... Pesto and Sundried Tomato, Parmesan, Bacon & Cheddar, Honey Mustard, Sour Cream & Onion, Tomato-Basil Parmesan, Hot & Spicy, and I could go on an on, but I won't.

So, I'm standing there trying to figure out which kind of Pita Chip I should purchase. It's a very important decision. And then I see this:

Cinnamon Maple Sugar

Sounds decent right? I like cinnamon and I like sugar... so I thought "What the heck... I'll go for it."

Those damned things were the nastiest incarnation of pita chips I have ever tasted. Basically, someone took pancakes, drizzled way too much syrup on them, and then dried them out and called the pita chips. I took one bite and vomited all over the car and on the road and in my house. Vomiting over and over again. Disgusting...Iknow... I mean who makes a pita chip that tastes like pancakes.

Anyway, pita chips affect my mood greatly... so know I'm raging all the time. Yesterday, I killed a man.

Sincerely,
Frank U. McBoob