Day 68: Don't say that you weren't warned with respect to the nature of my next few days' posts. I'm recovering from having two impacted wisdom teeth removed (yes, at my advanced age) and if the thought that makes your toenails curl, you might appreciate a laugh. This is one of my favourite jokes.
A woman from an upscale neighbourhood in a large city (we won't call it New York for fear of offending someone...maybe it was Seattle) was planning a large dinner party featuring a variety of esoteric seafoods. Her cook (for she was the class of woman who has domestic staff) had been unable to find the particular type of Atlantic cod required for the main course. With the clock ticking, she decided to go out on her own to hunt for it, thinking that her face and reputation might gain her access to some of the more private suppliers. To that end, she called for a cab from the company she normally used. With it being close to the holidays, their entire fleet was occupied and there was no driver for her. She tried another company and another, but it was to no avail. There didn't appear to be a cab available anywhere in the better part of town. Desperate, she called the last number in the book, a fly-by-night in a seedy district down by the railroad tracks. When the cab arrived, she ran out as fast as she could (faster than you might expect a woman in four-inch heels to be able to run), and leapt into the cab with the exclamation, "Quick! Do you know where I can get scrod?"
The cabbie's eyes raised to his mirror in startled surprise. He said after a long moment's hesitation, "You a English teacher or sumpthin'?"
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