As my food supplies dwindle, I find myself increasingly desperate for sustenance. I search amongst the shelves like a lazy, hungry animal. Tomato soup? Too many steps to prepare. Tuns fish? I only have mayo, and who makes tuna salad without celery? Really, c'mon. Sliced Olives? The can opener is too far away.
Suddenly, the lethargic hunter spies something. A dash of color. A bright orange bag hidden in the back. Cheetos! So far my diet is off to a great start, I just wish I knew what was for lunch.