Just tried to open a bag of chips quietly. Now my living room sounds like a symphony of crumpling chaos, and my dog is looking at me like I just declared war on snack time. Why do chip bags have to be louder than an erupting volcano? It's like they hired a sound engineer to ensure everyone knows you're about to indulge. I half expect my neighbors to burst in, asking if I'm okay or if there's a marching band practicing in here. Next time, I’ll just sneak up on my chips with a pair of scissors and a ninja outfit. 🥷🍟