rain of flakes...

It was like something out of a Steve Martin movie. I am sitting in the breakfast resturant, first table as you enter the doors. Two impeccably dressed gentlemen just walked in. I reach for my packet of corn flakes and start tearing at the plastic bag. BAAAAm. The plastic rips open and cornflakes fly everywhere. As I sit there covered in cornflakes with face turning slightly red one of the men says: "It happens all the time!" He then walks over to the counter, grabbs another pack of cornflakes and gives it to me.