Westing

A while ago, in my massive amount of available free time (my 40 hour a week job just turned into a 20 hour a week job, worst-case), I went to the fridge looking for a snack.

There was a little white bunny rabbit in the Fridge.

I was confused.

"What are you doing in the Fridge?" I asked, innocently.

"Well, it's a Westinghouse, isn't it?" she responded.

I looked at the door.  Sure 'nuff.  "Yes, by golly, it is a Westinghouse.  So, what's you point, and why aren't you lunch?" I asked, slavering innocently.

"I'm 'westing."

I closed the door, and went back to my game of Civilization III.

Close the door on the Fridge.  I'm Westing.