I’m working on culling out my “papers” – which currently take up at least two filing cabinets!

That’s when you hit the treasures of life.  Below is a note found in a Christmas card – apparently around 1991.

There is this piece of string, you see.  He drifts into a donut shop and says, “Could I have a Coke, please?” 

“Sorry,” the attendant says, “We don’t serve strings.” 

So he goes to another shop and asks, “Could I have a Coke, please?”

“Sorry, we don’t serve strings.”

Dejected, he sits down on a curb outside the store.  A guy walks up and says, “What’s the matter?” to the string.

“Well,” the string says, “could you tie me into knots?”

“Sure,” the guy says and proceeds to tie him into knots.

“Could you also fray my ends?”, he asks.  The man nods and frays his ends.

String gets up and goes into the store and asks for a Coke.

“You are a string, aren’t you?” the attendant asks.

“Uh, no,” the string relies, “I’m a frayed knot.”

Thanks, Phil and Laurie!