The Bowl, the Ribs, and the Staircase — A True Comedy

The Bowl, the Ribs, and the Staircase — A True Comedy

It started with a simple mission: Go downstairs. Get food. Return to the computer.

I grabbed the bowl like a hero preparing for battle. Macaroni? Ribs? Doesn’t matter. I was focused.

Panel 1: The Descent I ran down the stairs like a woman on a mission. Hair flying. Bowl clutched. Determination in my eyes. I was fast. I was fierce. I was hungry.

Panel 2: The Slip I reached the kitchen. Victory was near. And then… betrayal.

My foot slipped. The bowl flew. The ribs launched into the air like Olympic athletes. I saw my dinner in slow motion — spinning, flipping, soaring.

My face? Pure panic. My dignity? Gone.

Panel 3: The Return I didn’t even look back. I ran upstairs like a cartoon character escaping disaster. Sweat pouring. Keyboard waiting. I had a story to tell.

So here it is. The bowl. The ribs. The chaos. The comedy.

And yes — I’m still hungry.