Satire — fictional humor, not factual reporting. Everything below is invented for fun. Names, characters and events are fictional.
In a living room on Marlowe Street, a fan named Dorothea Quillfeather settled in on Sunday evening to watch a basketball game with one bowl of popcorn, one blanket and a firm plan to go to bed at a reasonable hour. The game went to overtime. Then it went to a second overtime. The bowl, which had been planned for one game, was now being asked to serve in a war of attrition.
By the end of regulation, the bowl was empty. 'I was only built for four quarters,' it rattled, in what Dorothea took to be the wind. She refilled it anyway, adding pretzels as a gesture of respect to the extra period.
The first overtime unfolded with the bowl at roughly half strength. Dorothea ate in short, nervous handfuls, a technique she calls tactical crunching. Her cat, Biscuit, watched from the armrest and offered no strategy, which she considered the right amount.
Then came the second overtime, and with it a crisis in supplies. The popcorn was gone, the pretzels were gone, and the last of the dried apricots had been consumed during a free throw. Dorothea made a decisive trip to the kitchen, returning with a family-size bag of crackers and a look of quiet purpose.
The bowl was refilled for the third time. 'I have been emptied twice in one night,' it reported, 'and I would like it noted that I did not complain, apart from just now.' Dorothea noted it, then topped it up with cheese cubes, the only thing left that could be called a snack.
As the game ended, Dorothea stood and applauded, scattering crackers across the rug. Biscuit, who finally had a reason to be awake, collected most of them. The living room looked as if it had hosted a long game of its own, with several crumbs still on the floor.
In the morning, Dorothea washed the bowl with unusual tenderness and set it on the shelf of honour, between a gravy boat and a trophy she won at a pub quiz in 2011. She has since drafted a policy for future long games: a second bowl, on the bench, ready to come in.
'I will be ready,' said the second bowl, which has not been bought yet, in what snack logisticians would call overconfidence. Dorothea has promised to purchase it by Friday, and to stretch beforehand.
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