Relatively Minor
Laughter does not have to come from a major source. It could indeed be ... relatively minor.
Thank goodness the elections are finally over! It’s about time we took a break from the relentless barrage of political ads that had me seriously considering a stint off the grid. Who would’ve thought I could find such joy in commercials celebrating the fine art of floor cleaning or sharing top-secret tips for laundry freshness?
Even those medication ads listing side effects that sound like they belong in a horror film were a refreshing change from the political madness.
“Take this pill, but beware of spontaneous combustion and an uncontrollable urge to tap dance!” Who doesn’t want a little jig while dealing with potential fire hazards?
My answering machine has upgraded from candidate endorsements to good old spam calls. The other day, I got a message saying I’d won the Publishers Clearing House sweepstakes! What a wild twist, considering I’d never even entered! The announcement promised me a million dollars for life — all I had to do was call a specific number. I was so thrilled that I spent an hour cleaning my large picture window, eagerly anticipating the arrival of the Prize Patrol, complete with their confetti and colorful balloons at my Winterset home. I even vacuumed the dog hair from my front door, wanting my residence to be presentable for the inevitable TV interview about my new millionaire status!
Then reality struck, and a wave of anxiety washed over me. How would my dogs handle all the commotion at the door when they presented me with that massive check adorned with one followed by six zeros? I pushed those worries aside and pondered how my neighbors might feel about living next door to an overnight millionaire.
Just as I began to daydream about my private jet, the harsh reality hit me hard, like a ton of bricks. No Prize Patrol was coming.
Despite my house now looking showroom-ready for my impending fortune, this was the third spam call I had received promising instant riches. Each time, that initial thrill fizzled into disappointment. I reminded myself that if something sounds too good to be true, it probably is.
After a resigned sigh, I returned to my everyday chores, thankful at least for my clean home.
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