Late night, commiserating with your fellows over drinks and abandoned dreams at a bar with an early 00s barkeep and early 20s lassie. It’s a hard night, a long night, a night with nothing good in store and a long train ride home. Do you leave bereft, hungry and defeated? Do you buy a bag of chips behind the bar and chew them sullenly? Or do you sullenly chew your chips, having gotten them for free? Yes. There’s really no art to it and there’s never a guarantee but if you want free chips on a bad night at a bar, just BEG and sometimes they give them to you.