I sifted through them, contemplating if I should eat one of them, and pulled out some corn chips, which were in a yellow and orange package. As I opened them and reluctantly looked inside the bag, I noticed they really didn’t look that much different from corn chips on the shelves here. I put one in my mouth and was surprised to find out they even tasted the same as the ones here. It made me wonder, as I sat there with my feet propped up on my desk, if these were the same corn chips produced here. Hell, I bet they were made in the same factory and put in different packages. “He was being such a dick to you, Jillian. You should just dump him already and go work with me,” Tara, my roommate Jillian’s friend said to her as they walked into the room, surprising me as I stuffed my face with Mexican snacks. “Oh, hey, Natalie,” Jillian said with a smile as they walked in and situated themselves on her side of the room. “I’m telling you, Jillian, you should just come with me sometime and check it out.
