[ WP ] The first time it happened , we viewed it as a blessing- now we pray for the day it stops .

Jim sighed as the hotdog bounced off of his large bald head. It was the third time this week that Hot dogs had rained down from the sky for lunch and we just wanted something else. 
 
 `` remember when we all got our own food Bill?'' he asked me. 
 
 `` Yeah Jim, Good days'' I replied, as another hot dog fell with a loud *SPLAT* in my scooters path. 
 
 As we moved our way around the small piles of hotdogs that had collected with the rest of the weeks food that had gone uneaten and was on its third day of smelling terrible. 
 
 `` I hope they fix the cleaning drones soon, the food is starting to pile up again!'' complained Jim. 
 
 As we turned our rascal scooters up the ramp toward work, I began to think back to when I was a kid, back when we got our own food. 
 
 It was nearly 40 years ago. Some mad scientist had watched a movie called `` Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs `` and became inspired for his latest project. Well where the movie was fiction, he actually succeeded in creating a machine that would rain down food across the planet. Unfortunately, they never were able to turn it off. 
 
 At first the entire world celebrated. Everyone feasted daily on an endless supply of food that would rain down every few hours. Governments and scientists proclaimed that it was an end to world hunger and the poor and rich alike celebrated in the inexhaustible food source. 
 
 Unfortunately that feeling of joy and excitement soon dissolved as piles of food would gather on roofs, or in the forests and would go rotten and make everyone in the area sick. We also soon realized that the only type of food was falling, was generally unhealthy, greasy food that you would have felt bloated and sleepy after only a few bites. To make matters worse, the falling food was damaging and destroying crops and farms, preventing the more healthy food options from being grown in sufficient quantities to feed the planet. Obesity rates soared as the food that fell became our only source of nourishment. 
 
 Nearly everyone is my size now. 500 pounds and no sign of getting any smaller. Nearly everyone I knew as a kid is now either dead of complications due to their weight, or driving a rascal scooter like me in order to get around without their heart exploding. 
 
 We try to eat less, we try exercising more, but when you eat nothing but junk food for every meal, it makes little difference at how much you jog after each meal. People just stopped trying. We now pray for the day that it rains water instead of pepperoni pizza, and we can start rebuilding our old way of life. 
 

