Dear Frito,
I'm breaking up with you. You've been good to me and I know you want me to stay. Thanks for the yummy last-day peach cobbler, but don't be fooled into thinking that changes things. This relationship can't go on forever. I have other chips to fry.
Your pal,
Summer
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bright blue chips (those are always fun)
last edition of Consumers Say the Darnedest Things-one called to report a stale bag of chips...turned out to be 4 years old
-another called to say their chips tasted like the smell of burned hair...
-another could only respond to what I said with "yes, please." I think even when I said goodbye she said "yes, please."
-another could only say "God bless you! He loves you!"
-"Who's in charge of your cleaning service?"
-"Do you guys make Lay's?"
-"Your product tastes great but should be called Suncrumbs and not Sunchips"
...and the
most-internal-conflict-caused-for-Summer-between-wanting-the-guy-off-the-phone-and-being-intrigued-by-his-motivations-to-do-all-this-talking awardgoes to the Irish Catholic from New Jersey who made short order of finding out where I was from, where I went to school ("so you're Mormon, right?"), what the weather was like, what I study, that I had spent time in France, etc. I learned a lot about him, too. He's very impressed with the missionaries and takes them out to lunch every time he sees them, but thought it was very funny that he never sees the same companionship twice. He told me several jokes (one about the Tour Eiffel that actually made me laugh), all about the Catholic missions founded by the Spanish on the California coast and the miracles associated with the building of a chapel in Santa Fe, all about his mother who died of cancer and her sister who is still living at 100 years old, and something about dogs named Tina Turner and Regis who had written a book(?? that was where I stopped listening). He kept saying "praise the Lord" and "write this down." Um ok, sir. He was very nice, but maybe I should've been more controlling in that conversation.
Letterstypewritten:
DEAR MISS VICKIES:
I HONESTLY ENJOY ALL OF YOUR ALLS BRANDS OF POTATO CHIPS:
AS WELL AS THE KETTLE CORN THAT YOUR ALLS COMPANY MAKES.
I WOULD LIKE TOO KNOW IF YOUR ALLS COMPANY HAS ANY OTHER BRANDS OUT ON THE MARKET.
YOURS
TRUELY
RICHARD
DALE
BECKMANN"2"
written on a napkin with an address:
mail a refund back
of three dollars in cash rush
Dear Miss Vickie's,
All my life I've always been nuts about potatoes--in any way, shape or form. Forget about meat--I could make a meal with potatoes alone.
Usually when people get older, they kinda' lean towards softer foods, especially when their choppers are like the stars and come out at night. Not me though! I've always loved potato chips and this past year, I've discovered "kettle-type" chips and the crisper and crunchier they are--the better they are to me!
Last week when my Social Security check came, after paying bills and loaning people money, etc, I was feeling mad and really down in the dumps so to get away from it all, I took a bus ride to a casino and blew money like I printed it myself. Not knowing any of the new slots, my money vanished before I'd even know how the machine worked. When it came time to leave, the bus driver said we had a few minutes to run back in if we had to go to the washroom so I did but I still had a $5 voucher towards food so I hurried up and got a muffin and a brownie and with a dollar left, could only get a bag of potato chips. I was so hungry I opened the bag on the way home and I was shocked! Your chips were so good, I made myself eat them slowly one by one. That night I thought about them every little while.
The next day my son and daughter-in-law were arguing. (I am staying with them temporarily until by youngest son and I move) I wanted to escape so I decided to go on that dumb bus again--not only was I going to get my money back but I was going to get my mitts on more of your potato chips!
Instead I blew the rest of my money but I did get 5 bags of your chips. When I got "home," I found out--I loaned someone money to buys something because they told me someone else was buying something from them and I'd have my money back no later than 3 days from them. Anyway, they bought what they wanted but the other guy didn't buy this dum thing he was supposed to so anyway, now I was really broke!
In a few weeks when my next check comes, I learned the hard way and won't act so stupid but I have to get my hands on more of your potato chips! When I do, I'm hiding them in the closet and they're gonna' be for me alone! I was always taught to share but most often, end up with nothing so the heck with everyone, they can eat Doritos or Fritos or Cheetos or who cares--but your chips are mine! I'm sorry to be so long-winded but I'm crazy about your chips. And it's not too often I find something I really like.
Recently I bought a large bag of kettle chips at a local dollar-plus store but they were awful so I told them about it and they sent me a coupon for a free bag but when I went back to the store, they said that was a special purchase and they don't carry that brand so the coupon is worthless (the chips were yucky anyway so...)
Please let me know where I can buy your chips. I hope they're available some place because that "free" bus ride to the casino wound up being really expensive and I don't want to go again unless I really have to.
I'm sending part of a bag so you know what chips I'm talking about in case you make other kinds. I have a post office box I get my mail at but I guess you could write to my son's address too even thought his last name is different than mine. Whatever you choose, I hope you reply with some good news. I can feel the crunch and almost taste them right now!
Thanks for your time and sorry this thing is so long!
Wow. Poor lady.