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From: slag@charm.UUCP (Peter Rosenthal)
Newsgroups: net.singles
Subject: Re: embarrassment of riches
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Date: Fri, 11-May-84 17:13:18 EDT
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Posted: Fri May 11 17:13:18 1984
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I offer these bytes to Jeff Sargent.

     This guy was driving down the road in his little red subaru somewhere
north of poughkeepsie.
	He hit a big pothole , blam!  His right tire in the front burst.
  He stepped out of the car, whimpered at his bad fortune, and
wondered what to do.  I know, Ill fix it he thought.
     So the unfortunate fellow opened the hood,(in a subaru the
spare is kept in the front ) and removed the  spare.  Then
he cryed in anguish as he slapped his forehead for being so
scatterbrained.  He had left his jack at home.  "Now what do I do?"
he lamented.  As the words trailed from his frustrated lips, he
spied a farmhouse down the road with cheery light streaming from
the windows.  Its only a  couple of miles he thought, I can be there
by 10 pm. They will probably have a jack they wouldn't mind lending
to me.  So he started trudging down the long dirt road.

	Then he stopped short. "I cant just walk up to these people
and ask to have their jack at 10 at night.  Theyll never trust me."
So he turned around and started back to his car.

	"Then again, "he mused, " People out here have a reputation for
being helpful.  They won't mind."  And he started back toward the
farmhouse.

	"But what if they hate me?"  and he stopped again.

	"Oh I'm just getting carried away."  He walked further toward the farm..

	"They might be angry, and cut me up for head cheese!"  Now he
was getting scared.

	"Oh you're just being ridiculous"  he chided himself.

	By now he was only about 500 feet from the house.
	"I'm so close now, I guess theres no stopping."  His steps slowed.
	He took a deep breath and stopped.  He was at their gate.  He
was sweating in anxiety.

	He took a step down the path and stopped.  "What if they
don't have a jack.... oh thats crazy,  every farms got one."

	He walked to the door.  He was getting mad.  "They probably
wont let me have it.

	He rang the bell.  He heard steps walking toward the door.
	His heart pounded, and the door opened.

	Then he shouted" Oh keep your fucking jack. And he stomped back
to his car.