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Mar 29 2012

I’m amused.

I blame david.

Her name was Emily and she was the only girl to sign up for the woodwork class.

The bemused teacher asked her if she was sure she was in the right class. Emily assured him that she was.

The teacher, still somewhat puzzled, added, “This course may be a bit out of your league. Do you have any experience at all working with tools?”

“What exactly do you mean?” Emily asked.

“Well, for example, do you know the difference between a nail, a screw and a bolt?” the teacher expounded.

After pondering for a moment, Emily admitted, “I can’t really say, since I’ve never been ‘bolted’.”

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