You know how it is that you're walking through the grocery store and something jumps out at you that seems so utterly delicious that you just HAVE to buy it? That happened to me the other day when I was in Trader Joe's. Chocolate-flavored potato chips. What could be better.
(Well, chocolate-flavored pretzels for one thing. But that's another story.)
I ate a handful and tossed the bag in the trash. Not that they were bad, mind you. It's more like I felt bad for even buying them. Which, is guess, is the origin of the term caveat emptor. Which just goes to show you that I'm married to a lawyer.
Who, I might add, ate a handful, too.