solimond

okay. so there was this little boy. and it was his fifth birthday. and his dad asked him what he wanted. so the little boy told him, 'a box of ping pong balls.' so the dad gets the little boy a box of ping pong balls. immediately, the boy runs upstairs to his room with them, and they disappear forever.

the little boy graduates from middle school and dad asks again, 'whatcha want?' the boy replies, 'three crates full of ping pong balls.' so the dad shakes his head and grants his wish. whereupon getting the balls, the boy runs upstairs with the three crates, and the balls are never seen again.

high school graduation. same thing happens, this time, the boy asks for a carload of pingpong balls. dad complies, more frustrated though. boy runs upstairs, no more pingpong balls.

college rolls around and graduation comes. dad asks his son what he wants for graduation. 'a car? i'll buy you a house. anything. what do you want?' the son slowly shakes his head, and his face lights up. 'i want a truckload of pingpong balls. a MACK truck of them.' dad shakes his head and sighs, but says ok.

the day of the pingpong shipment arrives, and the boy is so exited he can hardly wait. his face got flushed and he started perspiring as soon as he heard the truck round the corner of their street. so exited, he ran out into the street and was struck and killed by the truck that carried the very pingpong balls that he so 'adored.'
what's the moral of this story?

*sigh* since you haven't been on, i guess i'll tell you the moral:

Look both ways before you cross the street.