An old Estonian is driving to his summer home for the season and spies a dead crow on the road.posted by Sticherbeast at 7:02 PM on January 18, 2012 [11 favorites]
“This crow might be of some use,” he thinks and puts the dead bird into the trunk of his car.
In the fall the old Estonian is driving back from his summer home and he stops at the very same place, takes the dead crow out of the trunk and lays it on the road.
“Ahh, I didn’t need it after all,” he says to himself.
A man goes into a bakery and asks for a cake. The clerk says "how do you do." The man asks for a cake in the shape of a bee. The clerk says, "come back tomorrow for your bee-cake."posted by Sticherbeast at 12:36 AM on January 19, 2012 [26 favorites]
The next day, the man comes in and asks for his bee-cake. The clerk shows him the bee-cake, and it looks great. It looks like a bee, and it's a cake. But the man is not happy.
"I'm sorry, but this is not the cake I asked for. I should have been more clear. I did not want a cake shaped like a bee. I wanted a cake shaped like the letter B. I'm sorry, but this is very important."
The clerk apologizes profusely. The man says it is all right. The clerk says, "come back tomorrow for your B-cake."
The next day, the man comes in and asks for his B-cake. The clerk shows him the B-cake, and it looks great. It looks like a capital B, and it's a cake. But the man is still not happy.
"I'm sorry, but this is not the cake I asked for. I should have been more clear. I did not want a cake shaped like a capital B. I wanted a cake shaped like a lower-case b. I'm sorry, but this is very important."
The clerk nods, confused. The man says it is all right. The clerk sighs and says, "come back tomorrow for your b-cake."
The next day, the man comes in and asks for his b-cake. The clerk shows him the b-cake, and it looks great. It looks like a lower-case b, and it's a cake. The man is delighted.
"This is perfect, this is exactly the cake I asked for."
"Very well. How shall I wrap this up?" asks the clerk, gesturing to the boxes behind her.
"Oh, that's all right," says the man, "I'll just eat it here."
it's not freshmen orientation. It's a week of living in the dorms with upperclassmen, being mentored, meeting professors for lunches and dinners, going to classes and lots of activities while she's still in high school. My kid is psyched beyond measure to do this. She could give a fuck about this trip to Europe.The only thing that surprised me, although it's none of my fucking business, is that the daughter qualifies for free lunches and has already been on a few trips to Europe. It's not often that those things go together.
posted by crunchland at 10:02 AM on January 18, 2012 [1 favorite]