One day, as I sat in my office in New York on West 56th street, I was looking out of the window thinking about a problem I was working on. As my eyes wandered about the street below, a movement caught my eye.

Directly across the street from me, about 3 flights up from the street, was a wide open window, and in it was a dog looking out at the street below.

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I recently made some pasta for dinner.  In my refrigerator, on the bottom shelf, I have two jars of sauce; one jar of Prego Spaghetti Sauce with meat, and one jar of Old El Paso Spicy Taco Sauce.  Guess which sauce I put on my pasta that night?

(hint: I wouldn’t mention this if I had used the spaghetti sauce)