I have told this story several times on MN.
Ds1 was about 2 years old, going through the Terrible Twos. The previous night, he had had a tantrum that had laste over 1.5 hours, it was not yet 9am, and he had already been screaming for 45+ minutes. I was in tears, on the phone to dh, wailing that I just couldn't cope any more - when suddenly went quiet.
I finished talking to dh, hung up, and went to see what had made ds1 stop screaming, and found him in the kitchen, at the kitchen bin, eating the left-over tortilla chips that dh and I had thrown away the night before!
I remember standing, watching him, and thinking, 'If I stop him eating the tortilla chips, he will start screaming again' - and the thought filled me with so much horror that I just let him carry on. He stopped soon enough, and I emptied the bin, and found space in the cupboard under the stairs, to shut it away, so he couldn't do it again.
He did survive the experience, and is now a strapping 22-year-old graduate, with a paying job, so my catastrophic parenting fail didn't damage him beyond repair!
I think bin-tortillas beat Pepsi, Dinobab!!