A Joke by Bill Engelke
Sylvania, OH
Submitted to A Prairie Home Companion
A weaver from the North of England decides to emigrate to America, at the same time as a baker from the Tandoor region of India. They arrive separately in the US and eventually find their ways to San Francisco, where they are both welcomed by the emigre community, who introduce them. Well, of course each wants to set up shop. Someone suggests they open a place together -- the weaver with his spinning wheel, skeins of wool and cotton, and his loom on one side, and the baker with the smell of fresh-baked bread and maybe a tea shop on the other side. The two immigrants think it's a great idea. Their new friends help them with bank loans, finding a place, etc. All goes smoothly and they're getting ready to open when somone realizes they haven't thought of a name for their joint venture yet. Everyone goes into a naming-frenzy, until one of them comes up with "Yeast Meets Weft."
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