Driving Home The Bacon

(My friend, a mechanic’s daughter, is driving on a cold winter morning with the rear window iced over.)

Friend: “I can’t see out the rear window.”

Me: “Use the rear window defroster.”

Friend: “I don’t have a rear window defroster!”

Me: “Sure you do. It’s this one here.”

Friend: *points to button* “You mean the one with the wavy lines?”

Me: “Yeah.”

Friend: “I thought that was a bacon maker, but I was too afraid to ask my dad where the bacon was supposed to go.”