In a man's world, there is no such thing as having too much ketchup. Even if they delivered it to the door in tank cars, we would ask "Is there a larger size?"
At the same time, we also alway firmly believe that we are out of ketchup. The latter is a consequence of ketchup-blindness -- an inherited trait of the male of the species which renders him unable to find ketchup in a refrigerator or in a cabinet without first asking "Where's the ketchup?"
Saturday, October 01, 2005
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