I promised this to Yvonne of ‘Pets People and Life’ several months ago, but have never found the right opportunity to include it in a post. So, the only way to get round that is to make it its own post. Warning: It’s probably not worth a post all of its own. But a promise is a promise! I may delay the publishing till Yvonne has her computer back. (she’s back, hurrah! so here it is)
Towards the end of my government career I was an Assistant Deputy Minister responsible for trade development (among other things). This role afforded me the privilege of travelling round much of the world seeking trading relationships and helping local firms to gain access to new markets. It was fascinating work and some of the stories of my travels might be worth a few blog lines some day.
I led trade missions on occasion and other times accompanied ministers and premiers. Politicians have favourite lines and humorous stories they polish up and present to new audiences. I had to listen to often repeated jokes and laugh and look amused along with the new audience. It was a bit like being a talk-show host’s side-kick, but much less lucrative. One of my ministers, for whom I had great respect, a real professional when travelling, was quite at home in all cultures, quickly forming relationships with business executives and government officials. He was just as comfortable on the shop floor as in the boardroom. We did some good work together This particular joke was one he enjoyed sharing with new American colleagues.
A Manitoban (Canadian) farmer was shooting the breeze with a Texan farmer. After a few drinks the two were starting to boast about their farming operations. The Texan asked the Canadian “How big is your spread” (This apparently had nothing to do with beds). With a dreamy look the Canadian said “Well, I get up in the morning, and I drive ten miles North, then Ten Miles west, ten miles south and ten miles east. That, my friend, marks the boundaries of my spread”.
The Texan looked impressed then said “Well, I get up in the morning and drive all day to the South, then turn east and drive all the next day. The following day I turn North and drive all day again. The fourth day I head west all day. That’s how big my spread is!”.
The Canadian farmer shook his head and said in a commiserating tone of voice “I know just what you mean, I had a truck like that myself once”.
Another story by a groan man.