Free Write 10/7/10

I am one in a about a hundred in the bag. We all sit comfortably in the cool dark bag, until someone decides to open the bag and disturb us. Multiple grubby and oily hands reach in and touch everything and everybody. I am a pretty clean chip. I don't want someone's fingers touching me especially when I don't know where they have been. I know I am salty, crisp, and delicious, but why can't the person only stop with one? Am I that irresistible like it says on the package.