It Pays to be a Pilot

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Believe it or not, this was my sainted mother's favorite joke. But she told
it about a family of Vermont woodcutters.

Seth



Well, here's a true story from Vermont.
My parents were both doctors - General practitioners and family physicians in
Vermont.One day, an elderly woman in surprisingly good health came in to see
my mom. She said she was 88, and it was the first time she'd ever been to a
doctor. Moreover, she said she didn't have any particular complaint, but she
just felt that at her age she should probably have a regular doctor.

"Well, you've certainly done the right thing," my mom said, "Your condition is
excellent for someone your age. So let's start with some medical history. What
did your parents die of?" The woman replied, "Oh they're fine - still working
the farm just up the road from me..."

End of story - but it's absolutely true!

GF

("G Farris" wrote)
[snip]
"Well, you've certainly done the right thing," my mom said, "Your
condition is
excellent for someone your age. So let's start with some medical history.
What
did your parents die of?" The woman replied, "Oh they're fine - still
working
the farm just up the road from me..."

End of story - but it's absolutely true!


I started working on the truck loading dock at the brewery when I was 21. My
first week loading trucks one of the Teamsters sent me down to get some kegs
from "Stan the keg man." When I came back the Teamster asked me how old I
thought Stan was? I said 35? Maybe 40? (Remember, I was 21).

Stan was 65 and slated to retire at the end of that summer. The Brewmaster
and various plant supervisors all said they lost three guys the day Stan
left.


Montblack

Well get this!

When I was 16 and still at school, this would be about 1976, we used to have
a phys-ed teacher who played basket ball, he was in his eighties and bouced
around like 16 year-old!

He'd certainly would give us a run for our money.

G