We all like Cheetos, they are specifically designed so that we must. I am weak. Now that you mention them again I must drive like a zombie to the big box store on the ancient agricultural lands and purchase them while they send my moneys out of town to some other locale to be used to pay some other people to build some other store on the outskirts of some other town that will wither and die a slow death from gradual attrition until we all either work for the state or some international conglomerate. Don't get me wrong, I love Cheetos! And free market capitalism! I Just want most everybody to move away from the coast and leave us alone. This is a horrible place with wind, and rocks and things that grow out of the dirt everywhere. there are better states elsewhere. Trust me.