I’ll bet you’ve never been asked to be a pancake stacker in a pancake stacking contest to celebrate the opening of a new bank. Go figure.
Grand Prize: $1,000, to go to the organization I represent, which is the singles class Jill and I will soon be teaching. We just found out about this tonight.
The pressure’s on. I have to stack those pancakes higher than anyone else. Or my co-stacker, Justin, has to. There have to be two people on a team, but only one can touch the pancakes.
What a weird rule.
Justin hurt his back yesterday, pretty badly, and so he explained all this to me tonight on the pancake-stacking recruitment phone call while tripping on Vicadin. It’s not clear to me which one of us will actually be doing the stacking. Hopefully him, as he’s a chef in real life and thus should be the more food-friendly member of the team.