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"Please pass the potato chips," I explained hastily.
"No problem," grunted Pete, unable to get the words out in time.
"Are these sour cream and onion?" I rebutted, all too quickly.
"No, just sour cream," Pete is managing to avoid having said.
"That's weird, they taste kind of like sour cream and onion," I repeated.
"What do you want me to do about it?" thought Pete, taking great care not to sound as if he meant it.
"Nothing, just pass them," he said, before he could interrupt.
"Dude, don't hoover them!" I screamed. But my words fell on deaf ears, which, as Pete hastened to put it, was "not the second time this has happened."
Date Written: December 30, 1899
Author: Jon Matza
Average Vote: 4.25