Quincykins
Well-Known Member
I'm sure most (if not all) of you are familiar with cereal. Yes, cereal that comes in a box. And sometimes, on the back of that box, they have illustrations of some fabulous prizes. They may not seem overwhelming now that we are in our teens or beyond, but they still manage to pique my interest. Well, the other day, I had cereal (in a box) with pictures of prizes on the back. Upon tearing open the box with more than a little animosity, much to my chagrin, I discovered that I was, in fact, a loser. Yes, the one you call Quincykins is a loser. This is not where the story stops, but rather where it begins. Over the next few days (I have cereal every morning), I was forced by my grumbling gut to crack open that box of cereal and be faced with the same message: SORRY, this box is not a winner. I am fine accepting the initial crushing of my childhood hopes and dreams, but to be taunted by the same message day after day causes unbearable pain. Thank you, Kellogg's Frosted Flakes, for reminding me that I am a loser every morning. Nothing could motivate me more to earn my stripes.