Too Much Of A Good Thing
When the ship´s cook had toothache and went to
the dentist the crew and her captain ate at a hamburger
joint near the docks and they loved it.
As it appeared that the cook needed a new set of teeth
that would take days; the captain hired the short-order cook
at the joint. It started out so great burgers every day,
sometimes, with cheese, bacon and eggs… always with fries.
After a week the crew grew restless, hamburgers again!
Can´t this man cook anything else? They spoke longingly
about juicy beef steaks, baked fish, pot-roast and soups,
and the short-order cook was an unhappy man.
The captain knew he had a mutiny in the making and sent
the ship´s cook a message; “Teeth or no teeth you are
urgently needed, please join the ship in Panama City.
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