Wise Girl

Isabella and I were at Bird Dog Barbecue waiting for our order to be ready. As we waited, we walked over to the ovens and watched as the man was loading big slabs of raw meat into this vast, cavernous oven with multiple, rotating shelves. We stood there watching for a few minutes when suddenly Isabella, who has no volume control, says loudly

"Man, I wouldn't like to be cut up into pieces and put in there!"

I laughed so hard, I had tears running down my face, and out of the corner of my eye I could see the man with the raw meat smirking.