Rain trickled off the old man's nylon coat, the shirt underneath dry, but the newspaper that awaited his breakfast was soaked. When he noticed the breakfast entertainment was drenching with water, he picked up the pace in hopes to save it. He took shortcuts, dodging dog shit and mud puddles, only to step on the prized roses, the prized wives had nurtured.
He arrived at his house in record time, nearly beating the children at the bus stop, but the bus had already came. In hopes to save the newspaper he raced to the bathroom to grab his blow dyer, but it was useless, the entertainment was destroyed, even the comic strips and crosswords puzzles looked like..well...crossword puzzles.
Luckily for him the television still existed, and it happened to have the information he longed for. He poured himself a bowl of cereal and poured ice cold milk on top it, a bit too much actually, and clicked the power button on the television remote, it did not power on, so he tried to turn the television on the old fashion way; Useless, the television had died due to reasons unknown, for he was an old man who lacked the skills to fix a television.
He spent some time banging and cursing on the television in hopes to revive the breakfast entertainment, because of this the cereal was soggy, but he didn't care he was craving a nutritional dose of mind less entertainment.
He was going mad, stomping and throwing stuff, while shouting at the very god he blindly worshiped. What was he missing? A murder, an earthquake, a terrorist attack, a robbery?...Well he would never know because there was no absolute way of knowing. He got so riled up that his face turned red and he busted several blood vessels in his face and neck. The blood in his brain decreased and things started to get blurry, he stumbled around still cursing and carrying on, until his face lay flat right in his ruined cereal. He made the 11 o'clock news.