No More Rhubarb

"Newspaper Ads"*

*My friend and I run a kids' clothing consignment sale
twice a year called "Duck, Duck, Goose," after the
popular childrens' game.

One time we advertised our sale in the local newspaper,
and I checked to make sure it appeared on the front
page of the classifieds as we had requested. It wasn't there.

I started looking through the section, worried that it
hadn't run at all. Finally I found it in the "Livestock"
listings. It was placed beneath the category titled "Poultry."

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"No More Rhubarb"*

*I was visiting my neighbors when their youngest son
offered to cut the lawn. Everything went well until his
horrified mother realized he was heading straight
toward her prize rhubarb patch. We yelled frantically,
but it was too late. The patch was gone.

A year later, I was chatting with the neighbor's son and
a few other friends. The rhubarb-patch incident came up,
sounding like one of those we've all committed in our
wayward youth.

"I'll bet you got punished that day," one woman said.
"How old were you?"

"Forty," the son reluctantly replied.
Received on Tue Aug 31 23:58:07 2010