In the town near where I spent my summers at scout camp was a restaurant that some of the staff went to a few times a summer.  They had one of those marquee signs that you can change the letters on and one day it said “COOK WANTEO.”  It seems that they had run out of D’s and didn’t think we would notice.  We were there for breakfast and on the menu was a side of “chrispy bacon.”  I ordered it and so did Pat — one of my scouting idols.  We joked about the spelling error through the meal and when leaving mentioned to the waitress to tell Wanteo that the bacon was nice and chrispy.

Somehow this has seemed much funnier for the past 20 years.

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