You want a bowl of cereal. You’re craving a bowl of cereal. Something sweet like when you were a kid. Trix. Alphabits (but the ones before they changed the ingredients). Coco Puffs (only because they were not allowed in your house).
You check the kitchen cabinet and damn, you’re out of cereal. You check the pantry: Eureka! But damn damn, it’s generic bran flakes. You go to the dollar store down the street and go to the cereal aisle. There is only brand name (expired? damaged?) cereal but it’s those large tasteless rectangle wheat bars. Kinda shredded-like. (no one enjoys being sued).
You go home with your tasteless weird wheat shreds and pour a giant bowl. Your plan is to cover the damn things in as much sugar as you can, slice up some fruit on top.
Oh. My. God. You don’t have enough milk. You are not about to go to the store again!
You look at the carton, hoping for x-ray vision, gauging just how much milk is left.
Cereal to milk ratio is the meaning of life.
After giving the carton a good shake then peering inside, you realize you have to remove some of the cereal. You will have to sacrifice some of the rectangles and most of the banana. You start a second bowl with the leftovers and put it in the fridge, leaving it for “later.”(tbh= throw out)
You wait until your show comes back on before pouring the milk on the cereal because cereal to milk crunchiness is the meaning of life.
You do it. Grab your spoon and napkin first, then pour!
Perfect. The fucking milk is bad! The milk is lumpy, smelly and sour.
You dump it all out and decide to move to Italy and eat gelato for the rest of your life.
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