Mission 016 - no more chips

Why do I do it to myself?
I feel unwell. I have been eating chips from the office cafe downstairs, and they are just about the direst they have ever been.
Most of them are pale, limp and sickly, instead of proudly bearing a crisp outer coating. They are shiny with oil and clinging to each other in a sort of bad chip porn way. Two are green. Several tasted the way a rubbish bin smells after liquid in the bag has escaped and pooled in the bottom, festering for a few days. (I spat those ones out, and they are now huddled in a semi-mash on the other side of the container.) I should have taken them all back.
I've occasionally had good chips from the cafe downstairs. Generally though, the following conditions need to be present:
- It should be a Monday, when the oil is (probably) fresh
- I witness the chips being taken from the fryer to the serving area
- The server shakes the excess oil from the chips before transferral
- The server leaves them in the oil long enough for them to attain a colour similar to that of a South London luvvie who's been in Magaluf for 2 weeks
I like food. I love good food. I'm not sure why I keep subjecting myself to this. Well, apart from the £1 cost. After all, everything else is so unappetising there that it seems to make more sense to spend £1 on chips than £2.50 on a panini (never toasted enough) with too much pesto (from a jar, too acidic), and hardly any cheese (rubbery fake mozzarella, applied only to the outer edges of the panini, so it all leaks out when the panini is toasted). I've also tried the soup (once) and it tastes worse than an ancient cup-a-soup, but with less salt, more overcooked broccoli flavour.
Of course, I could do it much better myself, but I'm not about to go and start up a cafe.
Instead, my mission is simply to NEVER have any more chips from the office cafe downstairs again*.

When: From now to eternity

Terms and Conditions
*Eating someone else's chips allowed