Tag: college, humor

Eric Foner

Hey, Pedro, could you get your shopping cart out of my faculty parking space? Yes, I know you live on the street. But you know how hard it is to find a parking spot on the Upper West Side. After all, you used to be one of my best students! So how’s that Columbia degree working out for you? Not so good, huh? Sorry about that. Really! But you know, a college degree isn’t like some cheap used car. There’s no warantee. Right, there’s no Lemon Law either. Buyer beware! Look, Pedro, I don’t want to call security again. Yes, I know they’re your cousins. What’s that? You’ll wash my car for a dollar? Well, I guess that’s a good deal. Where’s your sponge bucket? What’s that? You’ve got a hose? What do you mean, it’s tucked in your pants? Hey Pedro — no, no, no don’t — aw, Pedro!

Eric Foner

Look, Mrs. McGillicuddy, it’s not my fault your son jumped out a dorm room window on Christmas eve. I’ve written over fifty books as a Columbia professor, all right? You don’t do that by holding hands with every at-risk undergraduate who says he’s homesick, or he’s turning gay, or the dog ate his term paper. I write about Lincoln, and freedom, and great ideas. I don’t always have time for students. It’s like Dean Martin used to say: if you want to talk, go to a priest. Hey — what’s the gun for?