Thursday, August 21, 2003

Last night I dreamed about a five-star restaurant that served "gourmet breakfast cereal." Everyone raved about it. My curiosity picqued, I dropped by one morning for breakfast. The inside was cathedral-like, with lots of gold trim. Well-dressed waiters carried glass carafes of chilled milk. Although I had been assured the place was incredibly popular, I seemed to be the only customer. I stood at the counter near the foyer and tried to read a tiny menu attached to the opposite wall. I hesitated, then asked, "Do you serve Cap'n Crunch?" The man behind the counter nodded indulgently.

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