Imagine, for a minute, that you're walking down a dark alley. A faint scent of blood lingers in the air, and as you pass a dumpster, you notice a man being mugged. In other words, it's a standard dark alley. At the end of the alley, though, is a man. You know why he's here, he knows why you're here. Without a word, you hand him a crisp hundred-dollar bill. In return, he hands you a small paper bag. You thank him and head home. Once you're sure that nobody's looking, you quickly tear the paper off to find several individual packages of airplane peanuts. You quickly stuff them into your pockets. Nothing can beat that salted, nutty deliciousness. Nothing.