Him: Ok, you say Tom-ay-to.
Her: Tom-ay-to.
(A long beat)
Her: Now, don’t you say Tom-ah-to?
Him: Yeah, yeah. Sorry. Tom-ah-to.
(Another long beat)
Him: Now what?
Her: Well, don’t we throw the whole thing out, now?
Him: Throw what whole thing out?
Her: The tom-ay-tos and the tom-ah-tos.
Him: But we don’t have any vegetables.
Her: So then why do they tell you to throw them out if people don’t even have them in the first place?
Him: Well…I suspect that whoever came up with that little song had vegetables or something.
Her: Yeah, but what the hell — did they think that everyone was so loaded that they were walking around with bags of vegetables all the time?
Him: I don’t know.
Her: Seems strange, if you ask me. Who comes up with a song and doesn’t give it a little forethought? I mean, the “National Anthem” — we all have our hands which we can put on our chest while we recite it. “Heads, Shoulder, Knees and Toes” — we’ve got all those parts too. But vegetables? I don’t know anyone walking around this world with vegetables.
Him: Well, if you’d just come from the Supermarket, maybe.
Her: Yeah, but like that happens maybe once a week. Or twice a month!
Him: You have a point.
Her: Damn right I have a point.
(A third long beat)
Him: Do you feel the same way about the whole po-tay-to, po-tah-to thing as well?
Her: Damn straight.
Comments