At first glance, it may look like an ordinary bag of
groceries junk food. Look again, notice anything strange about the bag of chips? Yep - open. How they got that way is what makes me giggle (at least now it does)....
In June 2003, I had lived in Los Angeles for a year attending graduate school at USC. It was time to head home and my Dad volunteered to fly out and drive across country with me. I packed up my car, my very small car (a Toyota Corolla) full of my belongings and snacks, leaving just enough space for my Dad's bag and Dad himself. I picked him up at LAX, hit play on "Country Roads" by John Denver, and we started our 3 1/2 day trip West.
We were on our 2nd day of travel and heading along I-70 in Colorado through the Rockies (NOW I know why "Purple Mountains Majesties). We were heading up a Mountain, and BANG!
From my perspective, this bang is accompanied fear and a burst of air in my face.
From Dad's perspective - he was driving - it was accompanied by fear and a quick survey of the dash.
Upon finding no lights aglow and experiencing no control issue, he rules out major engine trouble or a flat tire. Which, I must say would have been BAD, emptying the car, I shudder to think of the pile of my belongings alongside the road and then repacking??? No thanks!
Anway, jst about that time, and simultaneously, our eyes meet and I breathe in...."Potato chips?" I say, confused. I then look down to discover the source of that burst of air, and aroma of potato chips...yep, our BANG! was nothing more than a bag of potato chips bursting open from the pressure change because of the elevation.
Not such a giggle as it happened, but looking back, a favorite tale of ours.