Mr P (the Avatar of Mr Bean) and Too Many Cooks.........

Mr P waited anxiously for the door bell to ring. He was nervous about the interview with his new cook. His old cook was bedridden with a broken hip from slipping on the liquid from a broken egg that had fallen off the fridge door (courtesy of Mr P who had carefully removed the pieces of egg shell but forgot all about the liquid originally held within).

When the bell finally rang, Mr P rushed to open the door to find a neatly dressed lady and happily he welcomed her in.

“Come in, Come in. You are right on time. Let’s go to the kitchen straight away”, he said and led the meekly obliging lady to the kitchen.

In the kitchen Mr P embarked on his orientation class for new cooks, showing where utensils and grocery were and how he liked his eggs cooked and what he wanted for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

Every now and then the lady did try to put in a word but Mr P just brushed her doubts away saying, “Don’t you worry! Cooking for me is just a piece of cake!” He never gave her a chance to proceed.

At last, when Mr P was finally out of breath, he stopped but then the door bell rang again. On his way to the door he asked, “Well, do you cook a mean meal? Are you a good cook?”

“I think I am”, said the lady. “But I cook only for my family and myself”.

A puzzled Mr P opened the door to find another lady outside. “I have come for the cook’s job”, said the lady who stood outside.

A totally dismayed Mr P glanced back at the lady who stood inside.

 She finally found a chance to say “I just came to say “Hi”. We recently moved into the opposite flat”.