Used to be you could buy some chips or a candy bar, eat part of it, and be able to fold over the end of the package to save the rest for for later. Now all the products seem to be wrapped in this wispy plastic material, constituted such that the moment you tear even a corner off of it, a mosquito fart will cause the rest of the thing to rip to shreds precluding the possibility of saving any portion for later consumption.
And we wonder why we are becoming a nation of fatasses.
And I am specifically looking at YOU, Reese’s 4 Peanut Butter Cups “King Size”. Yes, I bought you, seeking to save a few precious pennies, with the firm intention of just eating two of you at a time.
It looked promising at first, there was extra packaging at the end of the row of delicious peanut butter cups, ready to tear off. But try as I might, your plastic packaging molecule was formulated to prevent a lateral tear that would leave me with a foldable package to preserve the choclatey-peanut buttery goodness of my desired remaining portion. I resigned myself to tear longitudinally down the package, but carefully angling so as not to rip open the entire unit, struggling to angle the tear so that it would only expose the first perfect peanut butter cup.
But no, the angled section I was able to remove, did not release the first cup, as it only exposed a corner, necessitating a second tear at an opposite angle. By this time, I was able to free the first morsel! Victory was within my grasp! The second cup in my proposed feast remained, tantalizingly close to freedom! All I needed to do was shake it out of the package, and I would preserve enough intact plastic to neatly seal the remaining serving of two cups for future enjoyment!
But something engineered into the plastic seemed to cling to the second cup, and no matter how I shook it, I could not release the awesomeness of the second piece of candy. So I resigned to gingerly extract it with my fingers. And at the briefest and gentlest intrusion into the wrapper by my dainty fingers, it split open past the boundary of the third cup, precluding any aspiration of sanitarily sealing the second half of my treat.
At that point, I was able to extract the third cup without further damaging the wrapper, but of what use is a single peanut butter cup? Everyone knows they need to be consumed in even numbers, so resignededly I tore open the rest of the wrapper and downed the last cup.
How I hate thee, engineered plastic molecule!
Zip-loc bags are very handy for these types of situations. 
It is a conspiracy between the snack makers and the Zip-Loc corporation. It’s the same deal as with the hot dog/bun people. They are all in cahoots.
Cahoots, you say?
(snickers, rolls eyes)
First World problems …
Scissors.
Well, they’re high in minerals at least.
If you eat more than one, don’t you have to shave your head or something? Or is that shoes… Madison avenue can be so confusing.
God bless you!
The hot dog makers have been making bun length hot dogs for YEARS now. And those franks come in packs of 8, not 10, so not only do they fit nicely in the bun, but a package of hot dog buns will now be enough for a package of hot dogs.
YMMV. Chili, cheese, and onions are optional.
And turkey/chicken hot dogs are an abomination unto Og.
Who saves a candy bar for later?
The clear solution to this problem is the family-sized bag of individually wrapped mini-cups.
Sincerely,
Reeses
Since when?
Maybe you can.
Personally, I don’t think I could sleep knowing there is half a bag of chips in the house.
Regards,
Shodan
My husband has been known to consider every size of chip bag to be a single-serving size. Since he’s been battling the middle-aged spread, he’s had to re-think this philosophy.
I hate that kind of packaging also. Nutrigrain bars and the like are the worst. Usually when I open those, I end up crushing the end of the bar and spilling crumbs all over the place. It’s also hard to avoid getting your grubby fingers all over the food when you open those wrappers.
Don’t forget the clothing designers and diet industry.
Yeah, I just recently bought a king size Hersey bar. They got the damn foil part sealed with some sort of super glue. Meaning you can’t open it with out completely destroying the wrapper.
Also, back in my day, you used to be able to break off those little squares nice and neatly with the greatest of ease. Not so any more, if you try to break off a square, you’re probably going to take the next half one with you as well.
(Grumble, grumble.)
Hey! I think i know you! Is that you in all those late night infomercials struggling like a baboon at Ikea in those black and white shots? It’s you !!