When the blindness subsided, she could make out an attractive couple sitting cozy on a beach towel together, sharing a box of crackers, baking in the sun's rays.
"Any Ry-Krisp around? We're almost out!" the girl shouted between giggles, crumbs flying out of her mouth. Bonnie flipped the girl a plus-sized bird, then went back to flipping through her magazine. She had tried Ry-Krisps before. It had only taken Bonnie one Krisp to realize that the flavorless, low-sodium, diet fiber crackers weren't her thing. The only reason she bought them in the first place was because they were on sale. Even the supermarket didn't want them! If she really wanted to diet, she would prefer to snack on cardboard instead. With cardboard, she could at least pretend that she was eating graham crackers.
While her portly presence was occasionally subject to crude criticism, Bonnie embraced her gracious curves. She was a real woman, there was no denying that. As a child, she had discovered that her plus-sized figure was a result of genetics, and even if it wasn't, the elliptical machine wouldn't be around until the early nineties.
Bonnie waited until the sizzling couple dozed off in the sunlight before getting back at them.
Creeping up to the napping duo, she picked up the near-empty box of crackers and poured the remaining cracker bits onto the towel. Even before she retreated back to her spot on the beach, the seagulls had already swooped down onto the towel to devour the crumbs. Bonnie watched as the young couple thrashed at the birds in vain. She placed her hand over her mouth and giggled as the fiber crackers kicked in and the birds defecated on the cute couple as they flew away.
She finished her magazine, and switched over to her stomach, which was a little hungry after that prank.
Bonnie sighed. She wished that she didn't have to wait until the eighties for Choco Tacos to be invented.
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