The Cat in the Hat's Great Big Flap

The next time the potatoes came out I got my little egg-slicer out and sliced all the potatoes in no time, and sent them back to the chef. The chef was a German, a great big guy who was King of the Kitchen, and he came storming out, blood vessels sticking out of his neck, livid red. БЂњWhatБЂ™s the matter with the potatoes?БЂ«he says. БЂњTheyБЂ™re not sliced!БЂ«I had them sliced, but they were all stuck together. He says, БЂњHow can I separate them?БЂ«БЂњStick БЂem in water,БЂ«I suggest. БЂњIN WATER? EAGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!БЂ«Another time I had a really good idea. When I was desk clerk I had to answer the telephone. When a call came in, something buzzed, and a flap came down on the switchboard so you could tell which line it was. Sometimes, when I was helping the women with the bridge tables or sitting on the front porch in the middle of the afternoon (when there were very few calls), IБЂ™d be some distance from the switchboard when suddenly it would go. IБЂ™d come running to catch it, but the way the desk was made, in order to get to the switchboard you had to go quite a distance further down, then around, in behind, and then back up to see where the call was coming fromБЂ”it took extra time. So I got a good idea ...»