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13/10/2002 - 5:45 p.m.

It is kinder if some eggs never hatched

There are some people in this world who seem to wake up in the mornings and leave their homes without remembering to put in their brains. I was just down in the dining centre (no fortune cookies today though) and there was a large sign indicating that there was no vanilla soft serve ice cream. Fairly straightforeward, wouldn't you say? Apparently not. A girl asks for a vanilla cone. The guy making the cones points to the sign and explains there is no vanilla ice cream, so she can't have one. She nods and asks for a twist cone. The guy looks at her and tells her that they don't have any twist cones.

"But it's on the sign that you just don't have vanilla."

"That's right, we don't have vanilla. We can't make twist cones."

"But it's not on the sign that you don't have twist."

"No, it's not. It's implied." (I was very proud he used the big word.)

"So, we're just supposed to guess that you don't have twist because you don't have vanilla."

"Exactly."

"That's stupid."

"Not really."

"Oh yeah, and why not?"

The guy sighs and tells her what should have been obvious the entire time. "Because to make a twist cone, you have to have vanilla ice cream. We haven't got vanilla ice cream, therefore, we can't make twists either."

The girl turns around and leaves.

In other news, Laramie got cancelled today. One of the girls (I wish I could remember names) had a serious something wrong with her eye, I can't remember what, and there was just no way she could do the show. She'd had a hard time doing both shows yesterday.

I'm going to try to make it to the Fiddler rehearsal on the 2nd because of Threepenny all the following week. I guess I ought to try to get hold of Glawe or Abby. What with parent teacher conferences and all that could be interesting. At the same time, knowing they'll not be at home during the afternoon tomorrow, I could just call after math class and get her to e-mail me...

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