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Our routines were shattered by a mechanical error so horrendous, so shocking, so devastating that Typhoon can only say, “Woo is me.”
We have routines, folks. Sacred rituals that must be followed. Every day at lunch, Hu-Dad pops a bowl of popcorn and eats it, unbuttered and unsalted (something about low calorie snack, blah, blah, blah). Hu-Dad being the slob that he is drops several kernels on the floor. Because the dropping of the popcorn causes something that Hu-Dad says reminds him of a shark feeding frenzy, we patiently (more or less) wait in our crates watching him eat. After he is finished, Typhoon is the first allowed out of his crate and he picks up the stray popcorn (something about he, unlike Hu-Dad, needs the calories).
Except yesterday, Hu-Dad became distracted and left the room. While he was gone, our robovac entered. She vacuumed the floor and sucked up every last piece of popcorn. Our wailing and screaming didn’t bring Hu-Dad to the rescue fast enough (something about too many false alarms). By the time he returned, the floor was clean.
Typhoon remains in shock and horror at such a heinous mechanical error. With much stamping of feety-feet and snorting, Typhoon delivered his message of displeasure. Snacks were delivered. But the scars of witnessing such an event remain.
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