Story time!
As I'm sitting here enjoying some potato chips (since my sense of taste is slowly coming back from COVID) I was very suddenly hit with a super specific childhood memory I forgot I had.
When I was a kid (I think I was 8 at the time?) I was eating some of these same kind of chips after attending my church's Sunday school class. I was a pretty religious kid, but especially after Sunday school when discussions about Jesus were super fresh on my mind.
So I'm eating these chips and playing on my gameboy advance at the same time, and I was so engrossed in my older sister's copy of Kirby Nightmare in Dreamland that I set the bag on side table, totally not noticing it was barely balanced on the edge. 3 seconds later it obviously falls and spills chips all over!
I paused the game and sat for a second, totally bewildered about how it could've fallen/spilled when I JUST set it down. Was there a breeze I didn't notice? Was it a ghost? A true mystery. And then it hit me.
Jesus must've wanted some chips! I remember clearly thinking that it made perfect sense. Jesus used his amazing God Powers™ to take some! I said out loud "DUDE you could've just asked! I would've shared some with you! They're my favorite flavor!" and then I cleaned up and carried on playing Kirby like nothing happened.
...And now here I am, 28 years old and recovering from COVID, eating the same flavor of chips, suddenly struck with a vivid memory of a time back in 2003 when I fully believed Jesus Christ stole potato chips from me and made a mess that I had to sweep up.
TLDR; When I was 8 years old I was convinced that Christ Himself came down into my living room and stole my chips, and after cleaning up the mess He made I casually carried on like it was just any other Sunday LMAO