Well, I'll tell you what wouldn't be better than doing that, but it might be the same: opening a jar of farts. The problem with kale chips at work is that when you have a sealed bag/container of them and open them, it smells as if you have unleashed the worst case of butt rot that ever existed. I am a little worried that my cube mates think I am a gas disaster now. I am not. Friends, I am not a gas disaster. I just sometimes snack on fart chips after lunch.
Will this matter when I'm dead? I suppose if my colleagues stand up and say, "I will miss Marissa, but I will not miss her terrible stench," then, yes, it may very well matter.