

"We'd like one order of the spaghetti, please," I said.
"One spaghetto, coming up!" the waiter bounced off and brought it back surprisingly fast.
"Wow, that IS a lot!"
"I told you! Fork for scale!" I grinned.
"Ooh! Let's Lady and the Tramp it for a selfie!"
"Wait, how do we find a really long one?"
"Just find any old end. We'll A.I. it!"
We each found one and began sucking, took the pic, then shared a look of confusion as snickers started to ring out. That confusion only grew as we kept going.
"MMM!" I jammed my finger at the bowl.
Turns out "spaghetto" wasn't a typo and we didn't have to A.I. it after all!