Story #98

Being the helpful type, her son came out the house and helped his mother unload the groceries from the car. "Yarooh," he said, "You bought that big hundred pack of fish sticks. I love fish sticks!" His mom smiled and patted his head. "Here," she said, motioning to the box of fish sticks, "Hand them over." He did so and she proceeded to open the box and toss fourteen sticks into the gutter. The son was confused. "Why'd ya do that?" Her reply was, "To save us the hassle of wasting them later." Elsewhere, in an alternate dimension, the universe exploded.