An irate old lady called the newspaper offic
An irate old lady called the newspaper office loudly demanding to know where her Sunday paper was.
“Madam,” said the newspaper employee, “Today is Saturday. The Sunday edition is not delivered until tomorrow, Sunday.”
There was a long pause on the other end of the line.
Then she was heard to mutter, “Well, darn, that explains why no one was at church this morning.”
The Corn Flakes Conundrum
A silver-haired grandmother squinted at the cereal box in her kitchen, her bifocals sliding down her nose. She dialed her neighbor’s number, her voice quavering with panic.
“George! You’ve gotta come quick!” she exclaimed. “I’ve got this puzzle, and I can’t even begin to piece it together!”
George sighed, already grabbing his coat. “What’s the finished picture supposed to be, Mrs. Higgins?”
“A rooster!” she declared. “The box has the most splendid red-and-gold rooster on it!”
Minutes later, George stepped into her cluttered kitchen. The table was blanketed in small, tan pieces—hundreds of them—resembling nothing but crumbs. He picked one up, sniffed it, and choked back a laugh.
“Mrs. Higgins,” he said gently, “I hate to break it to you… but these aren’t puzzle pieces.”
She frowned. “What do you mean? They’re exactly like the ones on the box!”
George cleared his throat. “Well… the box does say ‘Corn Flakes.’”
The old woman gasped, her hand flying to her chest. “Oh, mercy! No wonder the pieces kept crumbling in my fingers!”
George patted her shoulder. “Tell you what—let’s brew some tea. Then, we’ll…” He paused, eyeing the mess. “We’ll put all the ‘puzzle’ back where it belongs.”
As they swept the Corn Flakes into the box, Mrs. Higgins cackled. “Next time, remind me to read the ingredients before I start a ‘project’!”
