Sometimes something truly spectacular gets dropped into your lap.
And sometimes something truly ordinary gets thrown into the phenomenal by your sheer determination to have fun.
That's how we came to know Chip.
Chip was lying at the bottom of my lunch basket. (Perfect, really. He was from the Lay's family.) He was cozied up next to my Reuben. Luckily for him, no thousand island sauce had slopped out on to him. He was lying there - perfect - and huge.
We were on a family vacation. I saw Chip there. He looked monstrous surrounded by smaller chips or (horrors) bits of his chip brothers. I delicately rescued him from my basket and set him aside. I wanted to hide Chip - protect him from the masses as long as I could. He was that special.
When we got outside, my nephew noticed I was holding something. He asked what it was. It was then that I unveiled Chip - the world's largest potato chip. (Never verified.)
The kids were amazed!
A small crowd was gathering now. Folks from all around wanted to see Chip - the world's largest potato chip. (Never verified.) They wanted to see real greatness. They wanted a picture with Chip.
My intent with Chip was two-fold. One - I wanted to have fun. I love to goof and enjoy my time. I love to be silly with my nieces and nephews. I love being that crazy aunt. Two - I wanted to make memories. Chip was a good sport in that.
Chip gave us everything he had. The kids still think about that cute spud. They remember his last moments. There is still lighthearted debate as to who did what that caused poor Chip to plummet to his untimely end.
Chip - the world's largest chip - (not verified) served his purpose. He came into the world a normal chip. He had his moment in the sun, however fleeting that might have been. And he left a huge impression on us all.
I'll forever be on the lookout for the next world's largest potato chip. I plan to have it verified.
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