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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