Actual conversation between hubby and myself regarding a place with epic bad customer service that we will no longer do business with.
Me: “We can’t call them rectums, because they need something to put their heads up. How about we call them… Moebius rectums?” As we all know, a Moebius strip is two dimensions twisted into one dimension, and it goes on infinitely. It has no front or back.
Brian responded with a grin, “No, they’re Klein rectums.”
Right. I had to laugh. Like a Klein bottle: three dimensions twisted into two. And although a Klein bottle looks like it is supposed to be a bottle capable of holding something it can’t hold anything; it has no inside or outside. Much better metaphor.
I love it that I married such a geek.