this is what he thinks is funny.

I heard him open the fridge.
It's 9:37 p.m. so I didn't even turn around to see what he was doing. I knew. It's the same thing he's done every night for the (roughly) 3,285 nights that I've known him. It's evening cereal time.

I knew what I had to say was not going to go over well.
"There isn't enough milk for cereal tonight and tomorrow morning. It's going to have to be one or the other."

If Ugg slippers can make screeching tire sounds on hardwood floors than that's exactly what I heard coming from the kitchen, followed, naturally, by the tantrum of a 28 year old man who may (may) be a bit obsessive about his cereal and, more, his ritual of eating cereal twice a day - morning and night.

I actually didn't turn around to see what he'd decided to do. I knew he wouldn't have his bowl tonight (in the Chuck Cereal Eating hierarchy, morning cereal is basically the CEO and night time cereal is a temp), but I didn't look to see what he would eat instead.

In 3,285 days, you would think I'd have enough previous experience in "Chuck" to know that he'd find something to eat. No matter what it was or how creative he'd need to be to eat, he'd come up with something.

But I didn't see it.

Even though Chuck can be a tad obsessive.
A bit RTC (resistant to change) and stuck in certain "traditions".
He's almost more routine in his random acts.

These are Chuck's Peanut Butter and Jelly sliders.

PB&J sliders.
This is what replaced Chuck's cereal tonight.

Sliders. He made sliders.

1 comment:

  1. Brilliant. The Candyman has the same evening ritual, but no morning ritual. He prefers Coco Dyno-Bites, Wal-Mart's version of Coco Puffs. Does C. have a ritualistic cereal brand?


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