Bo giddily leaves the store and skips to his car. He pops the lid open and grabs one chip, then another, then another, then another, then another, then another, then another, then another, then another, then another, then another, then another, then another, then another, ooh, two at a time! and another and another and another and another until... he can only fit his hand around 4 inches into the can so he stared at it and while doing that he tries to think of a solution. He realizes that he can dump the chips in the can into his mouth, until the crumbs has all gathered at the bottom of the can, so when he pours the chips into his mouth, they all end up spilling down on his face. Oh no! Bo is frowning, until he realizes he can go to the Chipotle he saw earlier. That might cheer him up.
