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Thanks to up-to-the-minute tracking, I don't track my package so much as stalk it.
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reminds me of this story:
Before placing the ham in the oven for baking, the mother cut off one end. “Why did you cut off the end of the ham?” asked the daughter.
“That’s the way my mother always did it,” was the reply.
The daughter quickly vanished. In moments, she was on the telephone to the grandmother verifying whether or not what she had been told was true. The grandmother replied that she did, indeed, always cut the end off the ham. When asked why, the grandmother replied, “That’s the way my mother always did it.”
As fate would have it, the next week brought about a visit from great-grandmother. Overcome with curiosity, as young children often are, nothing would do but to pose this same question.
“Great Grandmother, Mommy always cuts the end off her ham before she puts it in the oven. Mommy says she does it because that’s the way Grandmother always did it. Grandmother says she did it because that’s the way you always did it. Is it true, Great Grandmother? Did you always cut the end off of the ham?”
“Yes, indeed, my child, I always cut the end off the ham” replied the elderly woman.
“But why?” asked the young girl.
Holding her hands about 12 inches apart, she replied, “Because my pan was only this big.”
I saw a snowman standing in the produce aisle at the supermarket today -- He was picking his nose!