Brian is reading off the crock pot box about all its bells and whistles. We’re about to open it – finally, as it was a wedding gift – in an effort to help get us through this colder-than-expected Oregon winter.
The following is a dramatic reenactment, based on true events.
B: “Wow! It says 6 quarts, 7 people! This is going to be great!”
Me: “Wait, what? It can hold 6 quarts or 7 people? Is this marketed to serial killers?!”
B: “Uh, I think it means 6 quarts will feed 7 people.”
Me: “But it didn’t say that, did it? See here, it just says ‘7 people.’ It says nothing about feeding. I bet there are instructions in there on how to cut the people up properly so they all fit inside.”
B: “I seriously doubt that.”
Me: “Remember, I’ve never used a crock pot before. I’ve also never killed anyone, but you’ve got to admit, this sounds like an interesting way to finish the job. Is it at least marketed to the growing cannibal population?”
B: “I’m going to ignore that last comment.”
Me: “I hope you brought home some Chianti.”
Psychobabble 