The Chip on the Shoulder

We had been arguing about the proper color for supermarket trolleys, when Pocky accused me of having a chip on my shoulder regarding the issue.

I was flabbergasted. I looked around worriedly, but could see nothing, so I turned back to Pocky and asked "Which Chip?"

Pocky stared back with a scornful kind of sympathy. "Whatever are you talking about?"

"Which Chip? I mean - there's Erik Estrada, and the other guy that nobody remembers the name of. Which Chip is it?"

Pocky went off to bed, then.

/wc
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'No, (whispering) I'm asking you - again - to please stop eating the food before we check out...it's embarrassing..and you're making a mess. You've got a chip on your shoulder,' said Pocky.
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- N
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'...but if you must know, it looks like one of the Ming Tsai Blue Ginger Hawaiian Sea Salt Potato Chips. But you've got so many different bags open, there's no telling...' - N
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(note to self - drink more coffee. i hate it when i fall asleep on the refrigerated fish) - N
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fall asleep on the fish ????
LOL
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