(re-post)
The basket was too full for the lady in the Bagel Factory to hump it over to the counter and let me choose my own, close up, so we were both standing and staring at the bagels trying to decide which was the fluffiest, still, inside.
Compacted bagels – from being hours out of the oven and one of a crowd in the basket – are fine if you take them home and toast them, become almost oven-fresh, but I eat my offering right away so I am picky. (Peanut butter on a cinnamon-raisin bagel is a wonderful breakfast).
“What we need are bagels that call out, ‘Pick me! Pick me!’” I suggested.
“Too bad you are not a ventriloquist.” she replied.
Now, if this were fiction and not real life I would report that the basket of bagels did indeed suddenly shout out many “Pick me!’s” – no, not because she was a ventriloquist: I’d need a surprise reason.
But in real life we had a chat about how one’s voice is not really ‘thrown’ but the scene is set where the audience expects the dummy to speak because its’ lips are moving.
I had to imagine one of the lipless bagels was trying to attract my attention.
Turns out it wasn’t a bad choice.