“My Chiodos hoodie is on backorder!” I whined after checking the order status.
“What’s that?” Bob asked, just to be an asshole.
“‘Chiodos’….that sounds like the name of a cereal,” Collin added, taking a break from writing in his diary about his fantasy picnic with Tatu and Peter Cetera.
“Honey frosted Chiodos,” Bob laughed.
I told him to shut up, but frankly, if that cereal was on the shelves, I’d buy it.