When I eat crisps I always look for the smallest ones. Big ones: please don’t bother me, I want to enjoy the small one in the little corner well hidden under that big crisp. I’ve always wondered why I am attracted by such unusual stuffs… my boyfriend hunts the folded ones instead. Should be something related with my personality, though, or anyway I am starting to think that’s the way it is… because I always seem to look for the strange and the absurd. Talent, I know.