Walking to Town
A fellow was walking along a country road when he came upon a farmer working in his field. The man called out to the farmer, “How long will it take me to get to the next town?”
The farmer didn’t answer. The guy waited a bit and then started walking again.
After the man had gone about a hundred yards, the farmer yelled out, “About 20 minutes.”
“Thank you. But why didn’t you tell me that when I asked you?”
“Didn’t know how fast you could walk.”
A young man was in love with two women and could not decide which of them to marry. Finally, he went to a marriage counselor. The counselor asked, “Please describe your two loves.”
“Well, one is a great poet.”
“And the other?”
“The other makes delicious pancakes.”
“I see. So, you can’t decide whether to marry for batter or for verse.”
A friend of mine had resisted efforts to get him to run with our jogging group until his doctor told him he had to exercise. Shortly thereafter, he reluctantly joined us for our 5:30am jogs on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays.
After a month of running, we decided that my friend might be hooked, especially when he said, “I’ve discovered what runner’s euphoria is.”
When we questioned this, he explained, “Runner’s euphoria is what I experience at 5:30am on Tuesdays, Thursdays, Saturdays and Sundays.”