War against heaps.

So I was at work again today. I don't enjoy it very much because, mostly, I just sit around in the sun. Dying from dehydration. But a man got to pay for his whiskey. And other, less important things, like rent, food, etc. Anywho, I was sitting there doing nothing as usual, when a huge ass truck came along. Ran right past me and I didn't think much of it. But then it proceeded to dump a large volume of sand by the water thus forming an about 3 meter high heap. This whole thing isn't all that unusual because, you know, people dump stuff all the time.

The more interesting part is that it took around 5 minutes until the heap was filled with kids. And a dog. There wasn't even half the amount of kids on the premises at the time. It's like they knew that somewhere, somehow, there was a heap of sand there. And they had to be on it. I guess the dog just tagged along, since they're more about digging holes.

This would keep children entertained for years.
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And it wasn't the usual "happy go lucky" playtime either. It was more like they were waging a war. Against the heap. Fueled by some subconscious hatred towards it. Then the adults joined in. Their anger weren't as apparent the kids, probably because they didn't want sand in their shoes, but it was there.

This continued for a couple of hours until a tractor finally came to put it out of its misery.

Well, this probably the most exciting part of my day. I hate being sober.