This here's an assignment I had to do for my writing class, and I thought about sharing it with you guys.
One fine day, George Crum was working at a fancy, upscale restaurant where rich yuppies went to eat after playing golf and laying off all their employees. One of these yuppies, Cornelius Vanderbilt, was new in town and decided to stop at the restaurant to try some french fries. Crum worked hard on the fries to please Vanderbilt.
A few hours later, the fries were delivered to Mr. Vanderbilt. He took a bite and promptly spat it up all over the floor in disgust. "Send them back", he yelled, "they are too soggy and thick". Crum, in a fit of rage, took the fries back and said "Alright, amigo. How about I make your fries flip friggin' thin!?" He cut them up very thin and fried them over and over again until they were super crispy. He then salted them until he delivered them to Mr. Vanderbilt again. Vanderbilt took a bite from the new fries, and loved them. He left the restaurant very happy and Crum was given a $25 bonus for his good work. The pride was short lived, however, when Crum was fatally struck by a locomotive in 1914, killing him instantly.
Crum's contribution to the snack food world may have been out of total spite and anger, but regardless of the origin, potato chips are consumed and enjoyed the world over.