Mr. KnowledgeAfter eating dinner Saturday night, we stopped at Starbucks on the way home to have dessert.
"How's your carrot cake?" I asked.
"Good," Gloria said. "A little stale, but good."
"It's all made in China," I said.
"It's what?" She asked.
"Made in China," I said. "All the Starbucks carrot cake is made in Carrot Cake Town, and in the center of the city is a big statue of carrot cake. You can't miss it--it's between Underwear Town and Children's Athletic Shoe Town."
"Good to know," she said.
On our way out, we saw a food bowl. "Oh, that's so nice," Gloria said. "They must be feeding a cat."
"I only hope the Starbucks doesn't get closed," I said, "because if it does, that cat gets killed."