We were paid a visit yesterday afternoon by one of our old neighbors, a nice young guy named Raymond P. Raymond lived right next door for a number of years starting when he was around eight or nine years old. He has now recently returned from a deployment along the Mexico border with the Army National Guard. Cassie talked him into staying for dinner. After we finished eating, we were all sitting around talking, laughing, trading insults, etc. Somewhere in the conversation, Ray P mentioned that he was told that the shelf-life of a Twinkie was something like 37 years. That set off a running discussion of Twinkies in general, with many fascinating Twinkie factoids being tossed around the table. As some point, there was the sound of Teddy repeatedly saying "EXCUSE ME!, EXCUSE ME!" over and over. Finally, Mrs A. gave Teddy permission to speak. The crowd around the table fell silent. Ted says (while waving his hands in front of him, hands open, palms up), "I just have ONE question!"
"WHAT EXACTLY is a TWINKIE!?"
Everyone burst out laughing. Ray P sat there with his jaw dropped open in shock.
I guess I'd better buy Ted a Twinkie or two. No American ought to grow up Twinkie-free.
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