Wally World

[Snypiuer]

On a recent trip to Wally World, Snypiuer was bebopping along, minding his own and perusing the what-nots, when he heard a gentleman, not yelling but "forcefully" and, just on the verge of, frantically calling a boy's name as he searched for said child. As Snypiuer approached the area from which the calling emanated, he noticed a couple things. First, the gentleman was, perhaps, mid-twenties, but had slumped shoulders and a haggard appearance, as if all hope and will to live hadn't been drained from him, but ripped, violently, decisively and utterly, with no regard what-so-ever for even the smallest of his wants nor desires. Second, he was, not only, searching the aisles, he was searching the shelves. He was searching them like the child he was calling for was originally discovered living amongst the shelving of Wally World, captured and domesticated and, whenever he had the chance, would attempt to escape and return to his natural habitat. Being a helpful chap, Snypiuer said, "He's got to be around here somewhere, what's he looks like?" Without stopping his search or looking at Snypiuer, the gentleman holds his hand out about yay high and says, "About that tall, black hair, red shirt, blue jeans." Snypiuer is about to head over an aisle and search when a female voice from several aisles away calls out, "He's over here!" The gentleman looks at Snypiuer with hollow, empty, lifeless eyes and says in a quiet, weary, defeated, almost pleading voice, "everyday. every. single. day."

Snypiuer watched as he slowly, dejectedly made his way to collect the child. Snypiuer couldn't help but think he looked like a man, knowingly headed to his own end - not like a hero or martyr sacrificing himself for a greater good, but as a man who is fully and completely aware of, precisely, the futility and inconsequentiality of his demise.

[Peredhil]

Beautiful descriptions. Captures modern parenting well.

[James Crow]

Agreed.