Buttered Toast
Totally forgot to mention this yesterday.
So I was sitting at a table in the little cafe-bakery in downtown. The person I was with dropped his toast. It landed butter-side-down, of course. Always does. So he decided to test that.
The next thing I knew, there was a shard of buttered-toast shrapnel flying, flying I tell you, over his shoulder. Now, if the universe made any sense at all, the toast would have indeed landed butter-side-down, just as it always does. However, we all know that the universe makes very little sense, for if it did, it would suddenly disappear and be replaced with an even more crazy one. Of course the toast landed butter-side-up.
He declared that it only works if you're not trying. Much like flying, I thought. You have to forget to hit the ground for it to work.
Father Patrick is a nut.
So I was sitting at a table in the little cafe-bakery in downtown. The person I was with dropped his toast. It landed butter-side-down, of course. Always does. So he decided to test that.
The next thing I knew, there was a shard of buttered-toast shrapnel flying, flying I tell you, over his shoulder. Now, if the universe made any sense at all, the toast would have indeed landed butter-side-down, just as it always does. However, we all know that the universe makes very little sense, for if it did, it would suddenly disappear and be replaced with an even more crazy one. Of course the toast landed butter-side-up.
He declared that it only works if you're not trying. Much like flying, I thought. You have to forget to hit the ground for it to work.
Father Patrick is a nut.
posted by Sam Gamgee at
5:44 PM
3 Comments:
Are you (not) saying that the buttery-toast testing hooligan is our own, formerly called Brian, scooter driver with a beard? (she said... trying to maintain someone's anonymity.)
Yep. Hooligan. The eyes were even twinkling as the toast flew. Love it.
Est que ce est moi?
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