The lady at the window gives me one packet.
Uh... More please.
She gives me two more.
No, no, no... Give me more.
Finally, the lady gives me a big handful (two handfuls, actually), and all is once again right in the universe. For the record, I ended up with eleven packets, which is (almost) enough for two large chilis (although the extras will more likely get used in a couple of Wendy's taco salads, which include chili as a mixin'). This is the first time I've ever asked for more, though, usually they just grab a handful and give it to you.
