Grilling wasn't supposed to be this fun. He flipped a burger. Everything was going smoothly, except he had forgotten a cooler full of condiments, and it was a shame. The condiments would have been perfect with burgers, but alas they were gone now, anyway. He couldn't be held accountable for everything. Last time they had a picnic, there was no storage for leftovers. I got asked to put the food in with the tent, and of course I could not oblige my family. It reminds me of a song I heard by Dr. Seuss called Sleeping on the Way to Immortality:
"Sleeping on the way to immortality,"
"I feel the long tentacles wrap themselves around,"
"I'm on the road riding this giant dragon there,"
"I bet this sucker weighs one ten-thousand pound."
How would the world have been different if it had turned out another way? Well, for starters, half the sleepers wouldn't be on this side of the container. They'd be somewhere evenly distributed around here. There would be a big highway here to keep all the campers, and that one song blaring on the radio. How's that for a perfect picture? Dr. Seuss's breakup song revealing his darkest secret to immortality is reserved only as long as they sleep for one-third of a container ship. This has affected city planning, how could anything be different?