It's late.
You've got a serious snack attack coming on.
You run to the convenience store down on the street corner.
You buy a bag of doritos/fritos/cheddar fries - your choice.
You bust back into your place, anxiously awaiting this delicious treat.
You break open that bag with voracity.
The bag rips hardcore down the side and your once coveted treasure is spilled all over the floor.
You stand defeated.
You fall on your knees - half in disdain, half to pick up the treats.
THIS IS A HORROR STORY. Why can't we make bags that don't do this bullshit?
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