This morning after I found my seat next to a window on the bus I looked out and saw a teenager leaning against a lightpost looking down the street, south, toward Tacoma.

His left hand ascended to his mouth from a bright yellow bag of Funyuns.

It was 7:10 a.m.

I was bummed he chose a bag of Funyuns for breakfast. I know I don’t always eat well, but a bag of salty, oniony, greasy crisps is not my idea of a sound breakfast.

My hope is that he makes a better choice for lunch.

I’m not disputing the tasty flavor and addictive crunch of Funyons. I’m advocating for their consumption during regularly scheduled snack hours—post noon into late evening.