Gus has been driving me nuts about the chickens. Increasing yield and stuff like that. All day he’s been asking chicken questions. He even asked, “Is it still Chicken Kiev if it’s served in Boston?”
At dinner I threw him a curve ball. “Hey Gus,” I said. “Suppose there’s a rooster on the top of the chicken coop. It lays an egg. Which side of the roof does the egg roll off?”
He got out a slide rule and a map. I haven’t heard from him since.
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