As I was buttering my toast this morning, I remembered an anecdote from my last week in Youngstown.
For breakfast, Ridley eats two pieces of toast and drinks a glass of milk. I had fixed her toast one morning. I laid the first slice on the plate, buttered it, then laid the second [warm] slice on top of it to finish melting the butter. Then I buttered the top slice. The butter on the bottom slice deposited some butter onto the underside of the top slice.
I delivered the toast to her at the dining table and she started to eat it. Then she took it to her mother, crying, because I had buttered both sides of the bread.
Watch out, men. Here's a woman who knows what she wants and, by God, she's going to get it or pitch a fit about it.
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