Mine was with potato chips and I had someone else hide them.
Of course, just a day later I wanted them and went searching
and searching
and searching.
In the kitchen, in the office. In drawers and in cabinets. Even in the bedroom in the closet.
The chips weren't to be found.
Then I begged to be told.
They refused.
Months later I found them. On top of the refrigerator.
And I ate them.
