Can't eat just one

And pretty much only Middlesworth Or Hartleys chips, can't stand national types like lays and such.

Can't eat just one
Touch'e
The best part is when your wife let's the dog lick the chip oil off her hand

I cut a slit in the side of the bag...and remove chips one by one with needle nose pliers

Get yourself some good forceps and you'll never go back to the pliers.

yep

I guess I'm simple. I just open the bag and reach in.

Open from the bottom of the bag. It opens easier and less chance of ripping down the sides of the bag.

I like the bag on a 45 degree angle so i have Fast access but no greasy bag rubbing the back of my hand. I also crush a few to sprinkle on my ice cream when my blood sugar and kidney function are low.

Back in the 70's...there was Granite State Potato Chips about a15 minute ride south of me.

They were fresh and Hot ,made on the premises.

They would come down the conveyor belt and the attendant would fill a 2 1/2;gallon bucket with a lid.

Then next week you just got your bucket filled..

They were the best !

The best one...was a guy got a 55 gallon trash bag full of chips for a Stag Party !

Ya need them special long reach potato chip needlenose pliers.......

Open it and reach in. When it gets to the bottom I eat the broken ones and crumbles, saving the whole ones for last
My ex-wife would throw a fit when the boys would reach in and grab a handful with their dirty hands. Psh....that's what immunity systems are for.

Over compensating for today's cars. The clearances are so tight now you can't wiggle your fingers or arm in places anymore. Long reach pliers , especially to remove small hoses , are a must.

Best Choice makes a decent BBQ chip that's much cheaper than the name brands. Most Mom n Pop stores sell Best Choice as the generic

I eat cheese puffs, peanuts, popcorn and sunflower seeds with a spoon.

Keith

A and B depends on the size of the bag and if I can get my hand in the bag.

That reminds me of a story from my mis-spent youth:

I went into a local pub after work and ordered a hi-ball and a bag of chips. The bartender, who I knew personally, asked "large or small chips?". I didn't realize, there were two sizes, so just said small. Tim set the drink and chips down on the bar, in front of me and smashed the bag of chips with the palm of his hand. He seemed a little surprised when I smashed the drink onto the floor stating that I needed crushed ice.