There
was once a poor conductor. His job was to collect the fares from
people riding the train. This was many years ago and the fare was a
nickel. And every day he would walk the length of the train
collecting the fares from the travelers.
He
then met a beautiful woman that he wanted to marry. But he was a
poor conductor and really couldn't afford a wife. As he thought
about it he decided to pocket every fifth nickel to help out. So it
was that for a while he was taking every fifth nickel to help pay
for his home and food.
Now
as things like this progress his wife became pregnant. This threw
our poor conductor into a tizzy. How could he afford to support a
baby. His solution was to take an additional nickel so that he was
taking two nickels out of every five. Things went along ok for a
while but his wife became pregnant again. So our poor conductor
decided to follow his pattern and now he was taking three nickels
from every five.
At
this point someone in management noticed that the revenues from the
run were going down and after an investigation our poor conductor
was arrested. He was tried in a court of law and found guilty of
grand theft from the railroad. Now this was many years ago and the
railroad held a great amount of power. They demanded his life for
such and affront and giving in to the political pressure the judge
sentenced our poor conductor to death.
The
day of the execution came and the prison staff strapped him into the
electric chair. At the appointed hour the warden give the order and
the switch was thrown. Nothing happened. The prison staff checked to
make sure that the connections were correct and the warden again
give the order. The switch was thrown. Nothing happened. So a third
time the staff checked to make sure that even the connections to the
power lines were correct. Sure that all was in order the warden gave
the order a third time. Again nothing happened. As the law at the
time demanded our poor conductor was released having survived three
attempts at execution. As he was leaving the prison the warden asked
if he had any idea why he survived. The answer was "I guess I am
just a poor conductor."
Thanks Dan
Groan.
ReplyDeleteHappy Sunday Odie.
I second that groan.
ReplyDeleteHave a wonderful day.
I saw it coming, but it's still a long way to go for an, "Oy!".
ReplyDeleteBwahahahahahahaha. It's good to be a poor conductor sometimes.
ReplyDeleteHave a fabulous Silly Sunday, Odie. ☺
Curmudgeon, groan?
ReplyDeleteAdrienne, groan, groan?
ReplyDeleteedutcher, I just did it all right here.
ReplyDeleteSandee, if you have to be a conductor you may as well be a poor one.
ReplyDeleteHappy Sunday and I am glad he was a poor conductor
ReplyDeleteAm I dumb not to see that coming?
ReplyDeleteLucky Lady, you're right! No sense blowing a fuse over nothing.
ReplyDeleteJan, Not at all. Thank you for not giving it a "Groan" like our first two commenters did.
ReplyDeleteThat joke was "electric".
ReplyDeleteMy pun was better than yours because it was short.
I suppose in prison stripes he was actually a non-conductor!
ReplyDeleteGood thing he wasn't a member of the resistance!
ReplyDeleteTimothy, we are in agreement.
ReplyDeleteRon, of course.
ReplyDeleteProof, saved his ass.
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