My family went out for lunch today and, upon leaving the restaurant, my son was given a helium balloon by the lady at the door. In hindsight, I should have tied the balloon around his wrist, but I neglected to do so, and, as is so often the case, the balloon ended up floating out of the car and into the stratosphere before we even pulled out of the parking lot. This of course led my poor disappointed son to cry over his lost balloon and, in turn, caused the rest of us to suffer on his behalf.
After this incident (and many more like it), I have come to the conclusion that balloons are, in fact, nothing more than inflatable disappointment. There is no way that things can end any way other than badly with a balloon. If one is not careful enough with a helium balloon, then, chances are, the thing will end up floating off into the sky where, according to the public service announcements, it will undoubtably be ingested by some poor sea creature who will inevitably die because of it.
On the flip side, if the balloon survives the car trip home, it will eventually run out of air. This, of course, means that the cruel parent must throw the now useless balloon away, causing the child to cry and the parent to say, "well, that's just the way it goes with balloons....".
Yes...That IS just the way that it goes....with balloons.
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