Fred
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Ray and his one and only best friend, Bubba, who are around their parts so-called mechanical engineers, were standing at the base of a flagpole, looking up to the top. From watching them rubbing their necks, and from the pile of cigarette butts on the ground, it would be relatively safe to believe they had been pondering the present situation for quite some time.
A very beautiful woman walked by and asked what they were doing.
'We're supposed to find the height of this here flagpole,' said Bubba, 'but we don't have no ladder.'
The woman took a wrench from her purse, loosened a few bolts, and laid the pole down. Then she took a tape measure from her pocket, took a measurement, announced, 'Eighteen feet, six inches,' and walked away.
Ray shook his toothless head and laughed. 'Now ain't that just like a woman! We ask for the height and she goes and gives us the length!'
A very beautiful woman walked by and asked what they were doing.
'We're supposed to find the height of this here flagpole,' said Bubba, 'but we don't have no ladder.'
The woman took a wrench from her purse, loosened a few bolts, and laid the pole down. Then she took a tape measure from her pocket, took a measurement, announced, 'Eighteen feet, six inches,' and walked away.
Ray shook his toothless head and laughed. 'Now ain't that just like a woman! We ask for the height and she goes and gives us the length!'
