You walk into your home to find a couple you don’t know sitting in your living room, eating a slice of cake. Tell us what happens next.
I asked the strangers if they would like some coffee to go with their cake. They seem agreeable to that idea. So I made coffee and brought it to my surprise guests. Then I ask, “Who are you?”
The woman answers, “We are from Miss Fifi Buffet’s Cooking School.There have been several applications made on your behalf for the the most terrible cook in America.”
“So why are you here exactly?” I asked.
“Since there were so many requests to teach you to cook, the school board has decided to take on your case as a special project. If you agree, we can start tomorrow morning.”
I agreed. The improvement has yet to be seen.