We’re very luck around the Lansing area. Quality Dairy has it’s own cider mill and sells it in their convenience stores sprinkled all over the place. I’m 5 minutes from a locally pressed fresh cider container.
Reminds me of Muir Woods near San Francisco. They’re so overrun that their website actively encourages you to visit other parks if you want to see redwoods.
It occurs to me that this is an adaptation of somebody else’s joke. Don’t worry. That sort of thing happens all the time in the funny business, and is generally seen as acceptable, even flattering, as long as it’s modified enough that it’s more adapted than stolen, preferably unconsciously and over the course of, say, 15 or 20 years. I’m checking all those boxes. If I haven’t modified my memory as much as I’ve modified the joke, I heard the original version when I was a guest on the Bob and Tom radio show at the same time as stand-up extraordinaire Bob Zany.
Bob’s version had a guy showing up for a blind employment interview and receiving the job description: It was a job at a strip bar, rubbing lotion and oil on the dancers. It paid $30 and hour. Would he like to interview for the position? Why, yes, he would absolutely like to interview for the position. Very well. Did he have reliable enough transportation to get out to the suburbs? Yes, he did, but wait — the titty bar is out in the suburbs? No, it’s right here. The suburbs is where the line starts.
It’s considered even more acceptable and flattering if the modified version appeals to an entirely different audience and, ideally, is not quite as good. Checked those boxes, too.
Thanks, Bob — if it was in fact your joke. And thanks to whomever you adapted it from.
GreasyOldTam about 5 years ago
I assumed they were both in Michigan, but the only Phippsburg that Google knows about is in Maine, while the only Fruitridge is in California.
Concretionist about 5 years ago
Parking is one of the three reasons that personal vehicles are a bad idea.
jel354 about 5 years ago
Yogi Berra: “Nobody goes there anymore. It’s too crowded.”
rshive about 5 years ago
Well, the walking will do your family good. Might get thirsty enough to buy cider.
Carl Premium Member about 5 years ago
Should have gone to Blake’s Orchard in Armada.
Ignatz Premium Member about 5 years ago
This is why you don’t go on Columbus Day Weekend.
mclukk about 5 years ago
If it’s clear and yella, you got juice there fella. If it’s tangy and brown, you’re in cider town. …
Grutzi about 5 years ago
We’re very luck around the Lansing area. Quality Dairy has it’s own cider mill and sells it in their convenience stores sprinkled all over the place. I’m 5 minutes from a locally pressed fresh cider container.
Bill The Nuke about 5 years ago
Reminds me of Muir Woods near San Francisco. They’re so overrun that their website actively encourages you to visit other parks if you want to see redwoods.
JoeMartinFan Premium Member about 5 years ago
Sounds like Apple Hill here in Northern California. Gets PRETTY crowded at the height of the season.
Night-Gaunt49[Bozo is Boffo] about 5 years ago
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It occurs to me that this is an adaptation of somebody else’s joke. Don’t worry. That sort of thing happens all the time in the funny business, and is generally seen as acceptable, even flattering, as long as it’s modified enough that it’s more adapted than stolen, preferably unconsciously and over the course of, say, 15 or 20 years. I’m checking all those boxes. If I haven’t modified my memory as much as I’ve modified the joke, I heard the original version when I was a guest on the Bob and Tom radio show at the same time as stand-up extraordinaire Bob Zany.
Bob’s version had a guy showing up for a blind employment interview and receiving the job description: It was a job at a strip bar, rubbing lotion and oil on the dancers. It paid $30 and hour. Would he like to interview for the position? Why, yes, he would absolutely like to interview for the position. Very well. Did he have reliable enough transportation to get out to the suburbs? Yes, he did, but wait — the titty bar is out in the suburbs? No, it’s right here. The suburbs is where the line starts.
It’s considered even more acceptable and flattering if the modified version appeals to an entirely different audience and, ideally, is not quite as good. Checked those boxes, too.
Thanks, Bob — if it was in fact your joke. And thanks to whomever you adapted it from.