~:: The Right Sign ::~
An Amishman lived on a quiet, rural highway. But, as time went by,
the traffic slowly built up at an alarming rate. It became so heavy
and so fast that his chickens were being run over at a rate of three
to six a day. So he called the sheriff's office and said, "You've got
to do something about all of these tourists driving so fast and
killing all of my chickens."
"What do you want me to do?" asked the sheriff.
"I don't care, just do something about these drivers."
So the next day the sheriff had the county go out and put up a sign
that said: SLOW: SCHOOL CROSSING. Three days later, the Amishman again
called the sheriff and said, "That sign didn't help a bit. They are
still hitting my chickens."
So the next day, the county put up a sign that said:
SLOW: CHILDREN AT PLAY.
Again, no change. So the Amishman called and called, every day
for three weeks. Finally, he told the sheriff, "Look, your signs
are just not working. Mind if I put up one of my own?"
The sheriff told him, "Sure thing, let's see if yours works better."
He was willing to agree to anything to get him to stop those daily
calls. Well, the sheriff got no more calls from the Amishman. After
three weeks, he decided to call the Amishman and see how things were
going.
"Did you put up your sign?"
"Oh, I sure did. And not one chicken has been killed since. I've got
to go. I'm very busy." And he hung up the phone.
The sheriff thought to himself, "I'd better go have a look at that
sign. There might be something there that WE could use to slow
down drivers..."
So the sheriff drove out to the Amishman's house, and he saw
the sign. It was on a whole sheet of plywood. Written in large,
yellow letters were the words: SLOW: NUDIST COLONY.
