A Doughnut by Any Other Name
The scene - the drivethrough window of a sad little doughnut shop in rural Ontario.
The characters - Deb, Marian, Teresa, and Jenn in a rented Ford Taurus. Teresa's behind the wheel.
Deb: Just get me a doughnut. Something with jelly or custard.
Teresa (to the voice in the drivethrough box): What's a dibble?
Voice: We're out of dibbles.
Teresa: But what the hell is a dibble? (uncontrollable been-in-the-car-too-long laughter)
Voice: Drive forward please.
Teresa (after arriving at the window): So what's a dibble?
Voice: It's like a Tim Bit.
Teresa: What's a tibbet? (again, uncontrollable been-in-the-car-too-long laughter)
Voice: Are you Americans?
Teresa: Yes.
Voice: They're doughnut holes.
We ended up buying a long john. The "voice" told us that folks around there really liked them. She did manage to find one dibble in the shop and tossed it in our bag for free. Later this same afternoon in a candy shop in Niagara by the Lake, Teresa had a similar experience trying to purchase an after lunch sweet.
Teresa: What's that little thing in the window next to the pralines?
Shopkeeper (carefully enunciating the way British people do): A buttah taht.
Teresa: A what?
Shopkeeper: A buttah taht.
Teresa: What is it?
Shopkeeper: A tart.
Teresa: What's in it?
Shopkeeper: Buttah.
Teresa: But what's in the tart?
Shopkeeper: Butter.
Teresa: But what's it filled with?
Shopkeeper: Butter.
We're headed downstairs for dinner. We're planning to stay away from doughnuts and tarts.
deb
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"Yes, we are Americans - just say 'Munchkins'!"