Dear Megha,
I know that we made this arrangement wherein I would bring you the tasty veggie chips that you can only buy at H.E.B., that grocery store that only spreads its wings in Texas. Now that you're in Canada and I'm the one stuck in enjoying Texas, it seems only fair that I should bring some to you over Labo(u)r Day weekend when I visit. After all, I should play the role of the concerned male once in a while, as much as it pains me.
But then I had a change of heart.