You'll find you won't leave the house without making sure The Bar is inside something you're carrying or wearing. You'll find you won't be able to board a plane without at least two - just in case of holds or, worst-case-scenario, diversions! Who knows which airport you'll end up in during bad weather, who knows what drek they'll be serving? When the rest of your flight is gagging down some gruel a starving dog wouldn't even sniff (for the price of a Lake Washington luxury home), you'll be tastily fed, happy, and smiling in pleasure!
I remember one flight when a woman had two cases of Larabars in her carry-on and was told it was overweight (international flight). She tossed everything she could toss into her checked bag to make weight, but not the bars. 'After all, if they get lost, what shall I do?'
The worst happened. Her bag didn't appear at the other end. She was all smiles. 'But the bars made it!' She had a change of undies, prescription meds, a spare pair of glasses, and two boxes of Larabars. Otherwise known as the essentials. We ended up at the same hotel, where her bag arrived two days later. She didn't care that her makeup and spare hose had been in limbo. Life was good. The Larabars were safe. I agreed with her. I'd have done and felt the same. You can't eat hose or foundation.
I love Larabars.
(ACTUALLY, I HATE THEM! I HATE THAT I BUY THEM ALL THE TIME. I HATE THAT THEY MAKE THINGS I DETEST TASTE SO GOOD I EAT THEM NO MATTER WHAT THE INGREDIENTS.)
Maybe I should make an appointment at Betty Ford, myself...