Who's under there?
Speaking of peeing, which we were recently and I can't believe my blog ever got to that level, this came across our instructor's list. It seemed relevant to the subject. A few commenters also noted the additional complications to taking care of "business" caused by the many layers we wear in the cold. Sometimes, even if we know each other, we're not really sure "Who's under there?"
Without further ado, here is the short tale.
One bitterly cold Winter's day a police patrolman came across a motorcyclist, who was swathed in protective clothing and helmet, stalled by the roadside.
"What's the matter?", asked the patrolman.
"Carburetor's frozen", was the terse reply.
"Pee on it, that will thaw it out", said the patrolman.
"Ok. Watch, and I'll show you", offered the patrolman.
The patrolman lubricated the carburetor as promised. The bike started and the rider took off, waving. A few days later the Commander of the local police station received a note of thanks from the father of the motorcycle rider. The note began:
"On behalf of my daughter, who was recently stranded............"
Miles and smiles,