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Yet again we revist the old stomping grounds of the cafeteria.

So one fateful day I was heading for the pizza line and I happened to spy Cheddar Chex Mix hanging oh so innocently upon the hooks where they display bagged items in our cafeteria. I thought to myself, "Self, we never get cheddar chex mix. Let's get ourselves some cheddar chex mix today."
And myself said, "Okay."
And it was pretty exciting. Because I never get Cheddar Chex Mix; it was like a special cafeteria holiday.
Well, all was wonderful for the two minutes it took me to get back to the table and sit down. Then I tried to open the bag of Cheddar Chex Mix. The resilience of the bag defied any logical explanation, other than that some goofy worker had superglued mine shut on the conveyor belt.
At any rate, I was sitting there endeavoring most earnestly to open my bag of Cheddar Chex Mix. I'm sure my face was turning red, for all of my so called "friends" were having a wonderful chortle session at my expense.

Finally, the bag opened.

But opened is a rather tame word for what actually happened.
It was very much like an explosion of Cheddar Chex Mix.
As in, Cheddar Chex Mix flew five feet into the air and scattered over a radius of approximately ten feet.
Of course, everyone at the table was in hysterics. We were all laughing so hard we couldn't breathe. My friend from the table across the ways (on which Chex had landed) gave me a 10.
And there was Cheddar Chex Mix all over the floor.
As I was frantically trying to regroup those tasty little toasted bits, my pizza fell on the floor.

So much for that.

So I got up with a friend to buy myself another lunch.
And when I turned around, there was the lunch lady behind the counter with the biggest grin on her face. Ha. ha. ha.

The rest of that lunch period was spent engaged in Chex Mix warfare, the target being to get the Chex Mix down other people's shirt fronts.

My friends wouldn't let me open Chex Mix bags for the rest of the year.