Today you get a story.
When I was in eighth or ninth grade, I was on a weekend camporee with my Boy Scout troop at Camp Bonner. There were essentially two groups in our troop, the one I was in, and the guys that were a couple years older and had been in the troop a while longer. Generally the older guys enjoyed making life difficult for the younger scouts. Back to my story.
On this particular night the younger scouts had been asked to prepare a skit for the campfire meeting that night. I remembered a skit I had done before, involving a burger with a hair in it and a messy restaurant scene. I went over it with the other guys, and they approved, so we set off to get the necessary props. Since we had had hamburgers for supper, there were plenty of buns around, but we had finished off all the meat. “Well here,” said I, “is a greasy paper towel, which when properly folded will look sufficiently like a hamburger in the dark.” So half an hour before the meeting, I’m standing around, holding a greasy paper towel in a hamburger bun. Just minding my business and rocking slowly back and forth by the fire, Patrick, one of the older scouts, takes notice of me.
“What’s that?” he snaps.
“Well, it’s…ah…it’s a hamburger,” I stutter as he has caught me off guard.
“No it’s not, that’s a turkey sandwich, give it to me.” Not waiting for my compliance or my argument, Patrick grabbed the bun I held and took a good sized bite out of it. He took a pretty big chunk out of that paper towel before he realized that it was not turkey at all.
I was amused.
October 10, 2002
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