Apparently Netto take their airconditioning very seriously.
So I was strolling around, dealing with the disappointment that they had run out of paté (this was the icing on the cake of terrible-ness that my day was slowly baking into), and that's when I saw them.
Gleaming under the fluorescent lights of aisle 2, the beauty that befell upon my eyes was one that I'll not forget... for a few days at least.
I had re-discovered Toffee Crisps. (it was nearly as good as when I found that packet of french toast in costcutter)
- those beautifully crunchy, toffee-filled chocolate bars that kept me sane throughout my childhood that I had harshly cast aside when I had realised how delicious Twix's were (which is a tasty observation that still stands).I grabbed a WHOLE packet without hesitation and ran to the till... though in retrospect, running might not have been a good idea as the floor was very slippy. I very nearly hurt myself.
Anyway.
My bond with the toffee crisps had put me in a new-found fabulous mood and I couldn't wait to take them to my room and treat them right...
I think you can see where this is going.
NOM.
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