“Hon, did you know that if you take one large bite out of a toaster pastry on the long side it looks like the state of Minnesota?” Bryan asked as he took a sip of his morning coffee.
“No, can’t say as I’ve ever considered it,” Brenda said. “A regular ol’ Rembrandt, aren’t you?”
“Not really. Just observant. Wonder what it’s like to live in a State you can manipulate like that from a simple toaster pastry.”
“You grew up there. You should know.”
“Hey hey. Be careful. We never had toaster pastries back then.”
“That’s a downright shame, Bryan. Imagine if you had. Florida would’ve been on the table. Nebraska, Vermont and Vermont turned upside down would be New Hampshire. And Jersey, mmm, Tennessee maybe. Oklahoma would be fun. Iowa. North Carolina. Then there’s the square States, New Mexico, Arizona, Colorado, the Dakotas, Wyoming. Oregon, Pennsylvania maybe. I think you missed your calling only because you were born without toaster pastries.”
“Seems like someone else has thought through these things too.”
“Maybe,” Brenda said. “What’s your point?”
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Uh-oh! Wonder if Bryan realizes that he's been toppled by sarcasm-dripping Brenda. Hmmm...
Ha ha! She got him good. 🤣🤣