This morning, before work, I dropped by Tim's for a coffee. My neighbour Henry was ahead of me in line. When it was his turn to order, he said, "A double chocolate doughnut and a double-double."
"What size double-double?" the girl asked.
"A Ford!" Henry almost shouted.
"What size is that?" The girl rolled her eyes.
"Why, it's the fattest widest-mouthed empty vessel you've got," smiled Henry.
When we sat down, I asked, "What was that all about?"
Henry began to reminisce... "When I was a kid in high school, the town councillors got this bright idea to haul an old Ford Model B onto the ice of the slough just south of arena. All winter, you could buy a raffle ticket for a buck. You'd have to guess the day and time in spring when the old Model B would fall through the ice. They'd raise a bundle for local charity; the winner would get half and the charities would get half."
Later in spring, when all the ice melted, they'd wrap a cable around the rear bumper and winch the old car out! There'd be a whole lot of mud that would stick to the rear end. The whole mess would sit there on shore until after freeze-up in the fall when they'd do it all over again."
"Do they still do it?" I asked.
"Nope." said Henry, "The old Model B got so caked with mud, it was an embarassment to the town. One spring they just let it sink, and no one rescued it!"
"How's the wife?" I asked.