I’m a grandpa, a whole grandpa, and I’m hiding in my garage pretending to sort out old chisels and stuff just so I can eat a bag of chips. Salty ones. The doctor said low sodium, like REALLY low, and here I am, practically a criminal, crunching away while my wife thinks I’m finally getting to that workbench project. Is that pathetic? A grown man, almost 60, sneaking snacks like a teenager. The weirdest part is, I feel… FREE? And then immediately guilty. It’s like, what else am I missing out on, you know? It’s just chips, but it feels BIG. Like, what if this is all there is, these small rebellions, before it’s too late to even have them? Is that messed up?