Surprise! The Connection Between Whipped Cream and Suffocation.

Being forced to stay home and rest due to illness, I had plenty of time to ponder some of the more profound questions of life, such as, "Would I let someone order a surprise drink from Starbucks for me? Even if that meant getting whipped cream on it?" The answer was difficult to decide. I would have no problem with a surprise drink; but the question of whipped cream . . . therein lies quite a dilemma. I can only think of two reasons someone would want me to get whipped cream on my drink: 1. They want to humiliate me completely. I can't even look at whipped cream without getting some on the tip of my nose. 2. They want to watch me suffocate. I think any credible scientist would agree that when you have a mouth full of mocha (or eggnog), you need to breathe through your nose; if your nose is full of whipped cream, you will surely die. I can see no way around this. So, would I let someone order me a drink with whipped cream? Yes. I have been far more humiliated, for far less. As for the second scenario, I can only shrug and say, "If I perish, I perish."

Happy Thanksgiving!