I know that the picture doesn’t look like a bunch of carrots, but it is. Whenever I work a shift at the restaurant, I have to curl up carrots that we use for garnish on our dishes.
One day, a nice family came in. With them was their daughter. She took a strong interest in the carrots. Her first remark concerned the qualities of the carrots, namely that they were curly.
Upon finishing their meal, the family began to exit. On their way out, the daughter approached me and asked, “I have a question. How do you make those carrots?”
I wanted to say something cute like, “Well, little girl, we actually have a bunch of (at this point I considered calling the elves Asian to keep in character of being a Thai restaurant) elves in the back that work all day and all night to curl those carrots,” but then I was caught in a moral dilemma. What I wanted to say wasn’t cute — it was immoral. It sounded like we discriminated against (Asian) elves and sent them to work for us! Mentally distressed, I politely smiled at the little girl and looked to my stepmom to answer.
“We have a machine in the back that strings the carrots.”
It wasn’t a cute answer, but it wasn’t immoral either.
It’s funny how things change when you get older.