I was in my apartment's leasing office today and, seeing dozens of these bags sitting there, asked who they were for and if I could have one. (They were for... ME! Whom they're Thankful For!) The bag felt a little weighty and I was mildly curious/happy about what might be in there. Until I got home and opened it, with its accompanying Thanksgiving message: "...In order to ease your feast hangover the next day, here is a sprite and some crackers to chase away the food coma."