Which One Would You Pick?
Imagine for a moment you’re standing in front of your fridge. It’s late at night. Your eyes are bleary. Your stomach’s rumbling. Last night’s taco is in there. Somewhere. So is that slice of cake from a week-or-so ago.
Cake sounds pretty good right now. Can you put the taco on the cake and call it a meal?
You open the door and, instead of leftover tacos, week old cake, some mostly unidentifiable vegetable matter in the crisper drawer and an entire tribe of salad dressings, you find a portal to another universe (no, nothing to do with that growly guy over behind the dark chocolate almond milk – that stuff’s pretty good, by the way. He’s from another other universe. Just ingore him. He’ll go away. Or fry the eggs on your counter. Whatever). It’s a cartoon universe, beckoning you come on over.
And you think, why not? It looks like fun over there. You climb over the Siracha and past the cranberry cocktail to…
Where do you go?
If you could visit/live in any cartoon universe, which one would you pick? And why?