If You Need A Clue, Just Ask Me

[jberryhill]

I find it useful to clip the clues from the daily crossword puzzle
so that I have a few on hand when I encounter someone who
desperately needs one. That way, all I have to do
is to reach into my wallet, tear one off and
say, "Here have a clue." Although it
is usually best if you know the
corresponding answer to the
clue which you have
just given to
whomever.

Here, have a clue:

47. Siberian dwelling

I damn near froze to death, when a friend wouldn't accept "yurt" in a Scrabble game until I returned home, in the snow, from the library with the definition photocopied from an unabridged dictionary, but by that time my basset hound had eaten an N and two E's right out of my little Scrabble tile pew (upon which I had drawn in a little shelf holding bibles and hymnals, although when you play with me you get the feeling that there should be a kneeling bench, which I didn't think of as a child since I was raised in a Presbyterian church and, in general, Presbyterians make enough money that the concept of kneeling to anyone for anything is just not something that comes to mind all that often, but I thought for a long time that we didn't kneel because we were Pedestrians instead of Presbyterians and that therefore kneeling would be out of the question by definition, but so would sitting down for that matter).

Scrabble is one of the few things I take seriously, so you can imagine my dismay at having to wait until my errant EEN had completed it's journey through my canine's colon. But what finally emerged was unusable.

So as I pondered my options, I a little note that had come with the Scrabble board to the effect that if the game had not been originally supplied with the requisite complement of tiles, then I should remit the attached coupon and they will supply the lost letters by return post.

Whether they would provide the same replacement service for tiles that had fallen victim to the culinary misadventures of bassett bitches, they did not say.

So I sent it in anyway. And they sent the tiles.

I would feel guilty about it, but having been raised Presbyterian I know that it was foreordained that I should have received those replacement tiles.

Selchow and Righter work in mysterious ways.