A well seated pear

My sister went grocery shopping over the weekend and came home with a bunch of fabulous looking pears. So the other day I grabbed one of these beauties out of the fruit bowl on the counter, popped it into my lunch bag and happily went off to work.

About mid afternoon I was in need of a snack so I took the pear in to the cafeteria to wash it. As I dried it with a paper towel I looked at it closely for the first time. It was a good example of a pear, good color, fresh smell, but it had an indent, or a "seam" running down the one side causing the piece of fruit to resemble a large, well rounded, plump derrier.

Now,like my father, when I see something comical it triggers this little button in my brain causing me to break into a song that aptly captures the spirit of the situation. And of course a song came to mind in this instance, although I was loath to sing it out loud. It was a song, a stupid, idiotic song. A song that shouldn't be rattling around in my head. A song that [fortunately] I'm only familiar with the first line of the lyrics. A demeaning and crude song. This song with it's jaunty rythm said it all...

"I like big butts and I cannot lie..."

Then I held the pouty fruit up so my friend, Sevein, who was also in the lunchroom, could peruse it closely and asked him what song came to mind. The strangest look crossed his face and he started to laugh. Obviously he caught the resemblance, because he started to sing...

"I like big butts and I cannot lie..."

Sigh. I won't say any more other than I couldn't eat the pear.

CD