I’ve always hated with a profound passion product commercials with ridiculous setups such as the vacuum cleaner that demolishes a pyramid of sand (my favorite was the hand-held vacuum that picked up a bucket of bolts on carpet, like they’d spilled there moments before a party was to begin). During my road to colonic convalescence I’ve taken to soup and cereal. As the cereal level dropped the box started wobbling, nudged by the ceiling fan until it toppled, lid open and landed open-side down on the kitchen floor. I lifted the box leaving a nice pyramid of cereal. I reached for the un-necessarily strong hand-vacuum and a piece of me died as it casually consumed the cereal that would have otherwise been left for the dog.
Next up: Dropping my bolt collection onto the rug moments before my brother starts a kegger.