The Deli Where Every Order Had to Be a Pun
Pearl Okafor ran a sandwich shop called The Daily Loaf, and she had one rule, which was painted in cheerful yellow letters above the register: NO PUN, NO SANDWICH.
Her regular customers loved it. A man in a raincoat stepped up and said, "I would like a turkey on rye, and I relish the thought." A woman asked for extra pickles because she was in a "dill emma." The mailman, who was very proud of his best line, ordered a hot sandwich and added, "I have a lot of bread-iculous ideas." Pearl rang them up and handed each sandwich across the counter with a satisfied nod.
Then a new boy named Teodor started working the lunch rush. He was fourteen, serious, and absolutely hopeless at puns. The first time a customer teased him, he panicked, forgot the rule, and asked, "What would you like?" The customer gasped. "That is not even a joke!"
For three days Teodor studied pun books at night. He memorized "lettuce begin" and "I am feeling a little crumby." But on Friday, the line stretched out the door and the slicing machine jammed in the middle of a rush. Teodor leaned over the machine and muttered, "Well, this is a pickle."
The whole room fell silent. Then Pearl began to clap. "That," she said, "was a perfectly natural pun. The best ones always slip out when you are not trying." The customers cheered, and Teodor turned as red as a tomato, which a man by the window said was an accurate description.