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Maria: (In bathroom. Looks at ceiling.) Dad? What's that red thing for? Look! There's a button!
Dad: (Flossing) Turn the button a little.
Maria: (Turns the button. A red light switches on.) WHAT?! What's that for?!
Dad: (Looks in bathroom. Floss lodged between molars.) COOKING FRENCH FRIES! (lets out a stream of short hisses like a balloon slowly deflating.)
For everything else, there's Mastercard.
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