That’s just the pits, ain’t it? All you wanted was a delicious and certainly not nutritious bag of Sour Cream & Cheddar Ruffles and this happens. How is it even possible that it’s still hanging there? Apparently physics don’t matter in the land of vending goods.
You’d think this would be easily solved by a slight nudge to the glass, just a little love tap to jostle it loose. Well that “love tap” soon turns into a linebacker stance that would make The Fridge jealous.
Now you’ve drawn attention to yourself and everyone thinks you have a chemical imbalance because no one needs Ruffles that bad. You refocus yourself and decide to give it one last Fonzie hip check to no avail. Sorry, amigo. Those puppies are staying put.
It’s for the best though. Sour Cream and Cheddar breath is truly vile.
Spending a dollar to embarrass yourself in front of coworkers and classmates?