Here is the rest of today’s joke.
The church bake sale started at nine in the morning. By nine-ten, Mrs. Dawson’s pie table was nearly empty.
Across the room, the younger volunteers were still straightening cookies and deciding whether the lemon bars needed a nicer plate.
One volunteer hurried over and stared at Mrs. Dawson’s table.
“How did you sell every pie already?” she asked. “We all used the same recipe cards and the same price tags.”
Mrs. Dawson smiled and slid her last apple pie into a box.
“I used a better sign.”
The volunteer leaned closer. The sign was written in careful black marker:
Homemade yesterday. Hidden from my family today.
The volunteer laughed. “That is all?”
“That is enough,” Mrs. Dawson said. “Around here, folks know my husband will eat anything sweet if I turn my back for two minutes.”
Just then, Mr. Dawson walked up holding an empty plate.
“Any pie left?” he asked.
Mrs. Dawson patted his arm.
“See?” she told the volunteer. “Best advertising I ever had.”
Did that one get you?
