BALLET

By

Michael Edwin Q.

I took my girlfriend to ballet the other night. She’d never been.

When it was over, I asked, “Well, what do you think?”

“Oh, it was so beautiful. But there’s one thing I don’t understand.”

“What’s that?”

“All those girls were on their tippy toes all night.”

“What about it?”

“Standing on their tippy toes all night is stupid,” she said.

“If they wanted taller girls, why didn’t they hire taller girls?”

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