Morning Story: A Day In The Life Of An Average Joe (Comedy)

Joe woke up the way he always did.

Sleepy.

A little bit cranky.

A little bit sleepy.

And very cranky.

With a whisk of contentment.

Joe mumbled to himself.

Okay,

Come on.

Get up.

You got this.

Just another normal day in the life of an average Joe.

Joe poured himself a bowl of cereal.

He lifted it to take a bite.

He stopped,

Realized he'd poured orange juice instead of milk.

He stared at it for three seconds,

Shrugged and ate it anyway.

Truly an average morning.

Joe heard a sound.

Something that he could only describe as sounding like a donzy of gnomes.

He looked around,

Hoping to catch a glimpse of them,

Assuming that's what the sound was.

Joe really wanted to see the gnomes,

So he went outside to investigate further.

He was standing in the middle of a very busy bazaar.

Traders shouted over each other,

You buy ten apples,

You get one apple for half price.

Suits for sale,

Come in for a cheap suit,

But leave looking like a million dollars.

You there.

Me?

Yes,

You.

You look like a man of average destiny.

I sell only the finest carpets.

Flying carpets,

Carpets that don't fly and carpets that are carpets.

But wait,

There's more.

Joe looked at his phone.

Unknown number.

Hmm,

This better not be spam.

What does that cover?

Conditioner supply,

Insurance may not cover everything it says it does.

Authorised by the Australian Parliament,

Canberra.

Joe stood in a shadowy hallway with three glowing doors.

Laundry,

You forgot.

Emails,

You ignored.

The truth.

Naturally,

He reached for the laundry door.

A thunderous voice boomed.

Not that one Joe,

The other truth.

Joe awoke.

Sunlight poked him in the eye.

I've really got to stop eating cereal before bed.