[3050] in Humor
Fwd: Let There Be Peace
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Mikhail Khusid)
Wed Dec 29 10:27:41 1999
From: "Mikhail Khusid" <Mikhail_Khusid@notes.teradyne.com>
To: humor@MIT.EDU
Date: Wed, 29 Dec 1999 10:27:11 -0500
---------------------- Forwarded by Mikhail Khusid/NNH/Teradyne on 12/29/99
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Elka Tovah Menkes <etm@world.std.com> on 12/29/99 12:15:14 AM
To: jokes-pg@balticon.org
cc: (bcc: Mikhail Khusid/NNH/Teradyne)
Subject: [jokes-pg] Fwd: Let There Be Peace
> A wise old gentleman retired and purchased a modest home near a
> junior high school. He spent the first few weeks of his retirement
> in peace and contentment. Then a new school year began. The very
> next afternoon three young boys, full of youthful, after-school
> enthusiasm, came down his street, beating merrily on every trash can
> they encountered. The crashing percussion continued day after day,
> until finally the wise old man decided it was time to take some
> action.
>
> The next afternoon, he walked out to meet the young percussionists
> as they banged their way down the street. Stopping them, he said,
> "You kids are a lot of fun. I like to see you express your
> exuberance like that. In fact, I used to do the same thing when I was
> your age. Will you do me a favor? I'll give you each a dollar if
> you'll promise to come around every day and do your thing." The kids
> were elated and continued to do a bang-up job on the trash cans.
>
> After a few days, the old-timer greeted the kids again, but this
> time he had a sad smile on his face. "This recession's really
> putting a big dent in my income," he told them. "From now on, I'll
> only be able to pay you 50 cents to beat on the cans."
>
> The noisemakers were obviously displeased, but they did accept his
> offer and continued their afternoon ruckus. A few days later, the
> wily retiree approached them again as they drummed their way down
> the street.
>
> "Look," he said, "I haven't received my Social Security check yet,
> so I'm not going to be able to give you more than 25 cents. Will
> that be okay?"
>
> "A lousy quarter?" the drum leader exclaimed. "If you think we're
> going to waste our time, beating these cans around for a quarter,
> you're nuts! No way, mister. We quit!" And the old man enjoyed peace.
