Month: July 2010

This one isn’t poetic, but hopefully you’ll enjoy it just the same.  This might also be considered a more of a brain teaser than a riddle.

Why are 1999 dollars worth more than 1998 dollars?

Man… the past few weeks have been a rollercoaster.  Between work, power failures, water loss, and personal events, I’ve been too busy to be funny/riddley.  That will change soon.

Tomorrow I’ll be flying, and I’ve found cross-country flights to be awesome blog material.  So, expect posts soon in that regard.

I’ve also got a two hour layover in Chicago.  That’s a perfect time to write another riddle to post this Friday.

So… my apologies to loyal readers and I promise regular posts will return by Friday, if not sooner.

Why should I pay $45 for a cup of coffee?  Do I really need a cookie larger than my head?  What about a rice krispy block bigger than my shoe?  I could always just get a bottle of juice that’s half the size but double the price of the same juice in a grocery store.  How does Starbuck’s stay in business?

Is it really good coffee?  Arguable.  Is it the post-high school barista behind the counter that has encyclopedic knowledge of coffee, grinds, and flavored syrup?  No, they make me feel stupid.  Sometimes I think they make up words just to see if anyone notices.

“Welcome to Starbucks, would you like to try our new Cafe Ochorina with cinnamon or a Triple Rumplemint Frappamochaspresso?”

“Um… ok.”

“And what size would you like that?”

“Medium.”

“Sir, our sizes are “piney”, “umbligo”, and “Vesuvius”

“Is one of those medium?”

“You’ll have to leave, sir.  Try the Dunkin Donuts around the corner.” 

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So, when last we met… our hero, me, was getting in his car to leave the shopping center.

It was about 3.00AM and there was no one in sight for miles.  At this time of night, many of the area stoplights aren’t operating normally.  They flash red in one direction and yellow in another.  Yellow flashing lights mean you have the right of way, red flashing lights mean to treat the intersection like a stop sign.  You stop… look around… and go on your way.

That’s what I did.  I approached the first red flashing light.  I stopped.  I fiddled with the radio for a second.  Noticed the Chuckles wagon behind me.  I made my left turn. 

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Twelve little soldiers standing in a row,
If you follow my guidance, your line will grow.

What am I?