Okay, so this one requires some background: at Crypticon, way back in 2015 (I think), I was visiting my mom's book booth and she told me that she had been living off of cheese squares and almonds for hours. The hysteria was obviously getting to her. She offered me some almonds, but I wasn't hungry at the time so I put them in my tiny-ass pockets, for later. The whole time they were in there I was afraid that they were gonna fall out. They never actually did but the idea was really funny to me, so here we have this mess.
TL;DR my small pockets are not made for a handful of almonds.