When checking out of the market yesterday, I noticed a box of Cheerios in my cart. "Those are not mine," I protested. "I ddn't buy any Cheerios."
"They are free," the clerk said. "Everybody gets Cheerios free." So I took them. After all, they are free.
After supper, late, I thought it would be nice to have a handful of dry Cheerios to munch. I opened the box, and then tackled the plastic bag inside. The plasic bag fought back. It didn't want to be opened. I gave the inner bag a BIG tug, and it came open ALL AT ONCE, sprewing Cheerios all over the room. There was a Cheerios explosion, and Cheerios flew everywhere looking like a late Winter snowstorm. The floor was covered.
I borrowed an old fashioned carpet sweeper from the caregivers and becan sweeping. The trouble with carpet sweepers is that when they pick up three Cheerios, they put back two. From my wheelchair I swept like mad. And when I swept as many as I could reach, I used a lint lifter to get more.
There I was late at night, leaning from my whelchair rolling a lint lifter all over the floor. I didn't enjoy my free Cheerios at all.