The man began his slow and tedious shift. He was just working another day; earning another dollar.
Cereal was his task. It's tower that lay ahead. He knew that he'd be earning the money for the sole purpose of his wife and children. One. Box. At. A. Time.
As he turns to pick up the next box, two girls are down on the ground. One is tall, freckly, and red in the face. The other is also tall, freckle-less and crying. Both awkward.
You would suspect they were in pain; that something was terribly wrong. When gasps of air were finally taken, he realized this this wasn't a moment of heartache. They were laughing hysterically. The attempted explanation was given in vain.
Their story:
Two best friends. Walking in a store, shooting the breeze regarding their one true love: food. They weave in and out of the isles, debating on what to purchase for the night of entertainment. While looking through the the cereal they both glance down the isle that contains marshmallows and soup.
In this split second they see a father holding a bag of the fluffy goodness and his son's back facing him, coveting this childhood delicacy. As the dad observes the bag of mallows, he frowns, looks at his son, then chucks the bag at the back of the boys head. Causing the boy to tip awkwardly into the shelf.
Who would have thought bad parenting would have been something so fulfilling?
Well, let me tell you. These three individuals found this moment of hilarity amidst monotony.
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