A post of no real consequence

I'm currently eating lunch. Molly and I are refusing to buy groceries until next week because anything we buy will most likely go bad while we're in France (things go bad in about 2.5 seconds here). We have dinners for tonight and tomorrow night and breakfast for the ride to Dublin on Friday and that's about all we've got. Add to this problem my growing pile of worthless small change. No one wants me to stand at the till and count out 5 euros in pennies. And that's how I found myself dumping 16 five-cent coins into the lobby vending machine to buy lunch. How does one buy lunch for 80 cents? By purchasing "Flame Grilled Steak Flavour Potato Chips." I figure they almost taste sort of like some kind of unidentifiable meat product, maybe, and this makes them an acceptable lunch choice. For an added bonus, they are made using ridge cut chips, so they're hearty. Bon appetit!