If Variety is the Spice of Life…

…our work vending machine is like buying scampi and chips at a curry house.

Here is the crisp section of our vending machine.

Mmmm tasty

The camera on my phone isn’t great so I’ll describe it for you.
The top row consists of bags of cheese and onion crisps. The sort that have ridges.
The next row consists of a bag of ordinary cheese and onion crisps, a sneaky bag of salt ‘n’ shake crisps hiding another bag of cheese and onion crisps, spring onion crisps which taste identical to the first bag of cheese and onion crisps and then a bag of cheese and onion crisps by a different company.
The last row is a packet of “low fat” cheese and onion crisps and prawn cocktail.

The empty slot you see probably contained another nasty flavour like beef but at least it wasn’t fucking cheese and wanking onion so it was snapped up like it was made of Keeley Hazell.

I went for the prawn cocktail and pretended that Keeley just hadn’t washed for a while.