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Completely stunned and confused he managed to walk across the room and pick it up. How did it get there? He was sure he had seen his mother throw it away when he was ten. In fact, he even remembered watching the trash truck come and add it to the rest of the smelly load and drive away. He must be dreaming. Yes. Dreaming.

Norman woke up early on wednesday morning to feed his dog nitwit and eat his decidedly favorite cereal of the week because it was on sale at the local grocery ‘buy-one-get-one’.  Scrambling for a clean bowl he cursed the broken dishwasher. Not that it really mattered for when it was in working order the clean dishes just sat there taking up space for the new pile of dirty ones in the sink. It was a vicious cycle. Splashing milk into the bowl and on the counter he whistled nitwit over to lick it up. He grabbed a spoon and walked over to turn on the tv. Shoving the cereal in his mouth quickly, Norman was eager to get to work. Today was going to be a great day.

Norman was a city bus driver.