After many years, I've finally tracked down the source for many year's worth of devotional readings. Cleverly, Uncle Charlie and Co. have disguised their devotion sweatshop as a storefront for piano lessons. I think we really know what's going on behind those closed shades, though. Thousands of Melissas, Kyles, Rubys, and Stevens are going about their daily lives, learning valuable lessons about things like not saying bad words and not lying about those cookies they stole. I attempted to infiltrate the operation to deliver a few lessons of my own, but the posted hours are only weeknights from 11:15 to 11:30 pm.In one final note, I did take the opportunity to walk around the facility and, curiously, noticed a mustard jar in a car parked behind the building.
Update:
There seems to be some question regarding the veracity of this post, so I present, for the record, this photo of a mustard jar in the car.
7 comments:
and yet no picture of the mustard jar!?
On a side note, I hope this picture was taken in Minnehaha. I think we all know why.
Well, I've presented photographic evidence, David. I hope this satisfies you.
As regards the Minnehaha comment, I can only assume you raise that point to indicate the obvious level of wonderment and fascination that should surround such an event as running across the original Keys for Kids. And so, in that light, I agree.
i don't understand the mustard jar
How about you?
Has anyone filled Lisa in yet?
And thanks for that rejoinder, Dad. I can hear its somnolent ring in my ear even now.
Poor little mustard jar. Left out in the cold. I'll put you back.
I don't understand much about this, period, and have really "pulled a face" on this one. Don't feel too bad, Lisa.
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