Sunday, June 20, 2010


The scene: Prudence's local up-market bakery. There are two whole apple strudels and one extra slice on the counter.

Prudence to pretty young boy: ... and half of that strudel, please.

PYB: We only sell them whole.

Prudence: Or in slices?

PYB: Yes, in slices. (looks relieved)

Prudence: Right, I'll have four slices, but unsliced, please.

PYB: gurgle (looks absolutely stricken as he turns away to deal with the strudel)

And what was in Prudence's little cake box? Four slices of strudel. Sliced.


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