Whipped Cream

Once upon a time last year there was a girl, we'll call her Jane, and her friend, who we will call Jean.  Jane was supposed to go dog-sitting for her mom's friend, and invited Jean to come along.  Upon the arrival of the two girls at the house where they would be dog-sitting for two days, they, of course, checked the fridge to just see what sort of food was there.  In that refrigerator was a can of whipped cream.  Jane pulled it out, looking at it with a calculating eye.  Jean said, "Yeah, it's whipped cream."  Then, Jane got the look.  You know, the one that means there's no stopping her.  She uncapped the can, turned it upside down and lifted it above her head.  She tipped her face back and opened her mouth to do a routine whipped cream shot.  As her mouth filled with the fluffy substance, Jean said, "That is so disgusting!  What are you doing?"  She said it with such disgust that it made Jane start to laugh, not the best thing when your mouth is full of whipped cream.  When she finally stopped choking, she demanded to know why Jean had thought it was so weird.  "It's just so gross, why would anyone ever do that?"  What does this mean?  Jean had never seen or participated in a whipped cream shot.  How sad, how sad.  To this day, Jean thinks it is disgusting and refuses to ever try it.  She has no idea what she's missing.