The Daytona 500 is about to start. I’m going to watch it. Meaning I’ve left all the normal Sunday things go hang for the day.
I’m not certain if you get newspapers. Or if you read comic strips in the Sunday papers – uh huh, me neither. It just happened to be there and I . . . well, picked it up.
Shoe went this way:
Boss Crow: “I’d like you to interview Wort the mortician for a profile in Sunday’s Lifestyles Section.
Shoe: OK, Chief. I’ll see what I can dig up.
At Mort’s the Morticians:
Shoe: So, Mort, you’ve been an undertaker for a long time?
Mort: Indeed. It’s all I’ve ever done.
Shoe: So when did you decide that would be your life’s calling?
Mort: Back when I was in High School. My guidance counselor gave me an aptitude test.
Shoe: And what did it tell you?
Mort: I couldn’t think outside the box.
From the reaches,