Re: A few to make you laugh

[Bob La Londe <none@none.com99>]

A plumber and a brick layer who run into each other on construction
sites regularly form a sort of friendly rivalry.  Their on going
argument is over who is stronger.  The plumber claims he is because he
has to haul giant pipes and tighten them up with huge pipe wrenches.
The brick layer claims he is stronger because has to haul bricks all day
long.  Often up a ladder.

Finally one day at lunch the brick layer has had enough.  He turns to
the plumber and shouts, "Ok fine. Lets settle this once and for all."

The plumber looks a little bit stunned as he asks, "What do you want to
do?  Fight?"

"No.  Lets have a contest."  He grabs a red brick and a white brick
proffering them to the plumber to pick one.  "Pick either brick you like
and throw it as high into the sky as you can and we will time it.
Whoever's brick takes the longest to land is the winner."

The plumber takes both bricks, looks them over, and feels their weight
noting which he thinks presents a better aerodynamic surface and grip.
He selects the red brick handing the white one back to the plumber and
says,  "Ok.  I'll go first."

The plumber goes across the yard and starts running towards a dirt pile
as fast as he can.  He runs up the dirt pile, crouching at the top and
leaping skyward as he uncorks the brick into the sky.  Swoosh!  It makes
an almost whistling noise as it raises towards the heavens.  It might
have been his imagination, but he could swear he hear a little "pop"
sound as it punched through the cloud layer making a hole and a little
ring as it passes ever upwards.

In the mean time the brick layer has been clocking the time on his wrist
watch.  5 seconds.  10 seconds.  30 seconds.  A minute.  5 minutes.  10
minutes. At 11 minutes 22 seconds they hear a clear whistling noise
getting louder and louder.  The red brick comes to earth with a loud
thud making a crater several feet across.  11 minutes 37 seconds that
brick was airborne.

"That's pretty good," the bricklayer says as he hands his watch to the
plumber.  "Now its my turn"  Aping the plumber's run he takes off across
the yard white brick in hand and launches himself and the brick from the
top of the dirt hill.  Swish!  It goes so fast it almost seems like its
accelerating.  POP! The brick makes a hole in the cloud layer.

The plumber is keeping time.  He wants to win, but he's carefully
counting the seconds.  He doesn't want to be called a cheat.   5
seconds.  10 seconds.  30 seconds.  A minute.  5 minutes.  10 minutes.
The 11 minute mark passes.  Then the 12.  At 15 minutes his amazement
truly starts to grow.  20 minutes.  25 minutes.  30 minutes.  45
minutes.  Still no white brick.

Finally the plumber realizes that their lunch break is long over.  He
hands the watch back to the plumber and says. "Well I guess you win."