We went on a half day hike starting in the afternoon. I had made two sandwiches with some veggies and fruit on the side. Before I went into the room to change, I told Missy the Explorer (my other half) when she arrived that the food is in the fridge and asked her to also pack two mini cans of Pringles in her mini backpack. Fast forward 3 hours. We are well over half way into the hike. I have been thinking about those carefully prepared sandwiches since we left, a small reward for tackling the vertical incline and some light rock climbs. So we sit on the side of the trail, exhausted. It was a relatively hot day this afternoon. The anticipation of the sandwiches intensifies. She opens her bag and hands me one can of Pringles. I tell her I'll have it after the sandwich. She asks what sandwich. I say the two in the fridge. She says she saw them but wasn't hungry at the time so "passed on the food in the fridge". Each can of mini Pringles contains about 20 chips. 20 very thin chips. All I could do is take a photo or two of the almighty Pringles. I told her at that time she would be punished before the day was over. However, it's the type of punishment that unfortunately all women I'm aware of like to receive, so hardly any justice :-/ Of course, as we were 2/3 into the trail, Missy was now hungry so I had a whopping two Pringles and the rest went to satisfy, well, enough said.

