I was at the grocery store yesterday. I decided to go down the
cereal aisle. Now I already have two Peyton Manning/Marvin Harrison
Wheatis boxes coming to me, courtesy of my Sister. When it was
announced, I immediately fired off an e-mail to Debbie/Debbi
(Depends on the mood she is in whether she uses the "e" or not). As
I turn down the aisle, I see someone in a football uniform. My heart
races, I'm not sure, it might actually skipped a beat. Could I have
found the Holy Grail of cereal boxes? Yes, I have 2 coming, but
there's something inside of me that want's to find his own, hold it
high over my head and proclaim, "I am a MAN!" Okay, I most likely
just put in my cart and smile widely.

There in my way were 2 old ladies. Parked side by side. One was
holding a box of Raisin Bran and they were discussing whether bran
or granola keeps you regular better! And they are standing there
debating Bran vs. Granola! Now I know I could have tunred my cart
around, gone down another aisle and came up the other side, but the
boxes! They are now beconning me! After what seemed like 5 minutes,
it was probably 30 seconds. I politely said, "excuse me." with a
smile. The ladies looked like I had some nerve expecting one of them
to move and let me by. One had this look of discust on her face,
like I had just let one rip while in a moment of silent prayer in
church! (Don't ask.)

They looked at each other and one finally moved, letting me by. My
heart was now pounding. The closer I got to the Wheaties boxes, I
realized the football player had a white and black uniform on. My
heart actually sank, as I saw the #7 on the uniform. Michael Vick!
The Holy Grail had eluded me once again! After weeks of Olympic
stars, I would finally know the thrill of victory, only to feel the
agony of defeat!

As I stood in front of the Wheaties display looking at Michael Vick.
One thing crossed my mind. Which is better, bran or granola?