giving directions...hillbilly style |
A hillbilly was sitting on a fence, next to a dirt road - Minding his own business. Chewing on a stalk of grass and Thinking about things hillbillies think of. Along came a car - fancy by looks of it; Slowing down, the car pulled over. The window slid down, and the driver Stuck his head out to talk to the hillbilly. The conversation went something like this: "Excuse me, can you help me?" "What'cha need?" "I'm lost and I'm looking for the Interstate." "Yeah, I can tell you how to get back there." "Mind if I ask how you got so lost?" "My GPS quit working after I got off the Interstate for gas." "Why don't you have a map?" "That's what a GPS is for - so I don't need a map" The hillbilly thought about that for a minute, Chewing on his grass. "Seems to me that you shoulda had a map, but I can give you directions if you like." "You need to turn around and go back to the oak tree Swing around and follow the cornfield til you come to A paved road. Cross it, and go about 10 miles Then you should see the Interstate." A look of confusion crossed the driver's face. "Are you sure?" The hillbilly looked down at the driver and smiled. "Well, I ain't the one who's lost." **No offense meant to anyone who identifies as a hillbilly. Word Count - 214 Line Count - 29 Writer's Cramp for 5/2/23 ▼ |