The other day my Mom decided to go on what I will call a cleaning spree. She found this new bucket sitting next to where our cats eat. Luckily, I was protected from heavy artillery fire by being several feet away, and also by not being responsible for this particular bucket.
"What is this doing here? Why did you buy this container?"
Everyone turns to my dad, as he is the culprit of this purchase.
"Remember, you said your feet were hurting and you wanted something to soak your feet in that you could sit anywhere with? I bought this for you."
Silence.
My dad has a great capability of quieting the world with his actions.
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