Two engineers were standing at the base of a flagpole, looking at its top. A blonde walked by and asked what they were doing.
Blonde
“We’re supposed to find the height of this flagpole,” said Sven, “but we don’t have a ladder.”
The woman took a wrench from her purse, loosened a couple of bolts, and laid the pole down on the ground. Then she took a tape measure from her handbag, took a measurement, and announced, “Twenty one feet, six inches,” and walked away.
One engineer shook his head and laughed, “Typical blonde! We ask for the height and she gives us the length!”
@torunn saidNice. Very nice. 😍
Two engineers were standing at the base of a flagpole, looking at its top. A blonde walked by and asked what they were doing.
Blonde
“We’re supposed to find the height of this flagpole,” said Sven, “but we don’t have a ladder.”
The woman took a wrench from her purse, loosened a couple of bolts, and laid the pole down on the ground. Then she took a tape measure from her hand ...[text shortened]... eer shook his head and laughed, “Typical blonde! We ask for the height and she gives us the length!”
@david-burton saidNothing wrong sir with being spirited.
@Ghost-of-a-Duke
Funny Mr ghost,I am a bit ghostly myself.
@david-burton saidAs it happens, I always carry a flagon of whisky in case of snakebite, and furthermore, I always carry a small snake. (A nod to W.C. Fields)
Shall we drink to that?.