Milo Yield: Laugh Tracks in the Dust 5-9-11 |

Milo Yield: Laugh Tracks in the Dust 5-9-11

My friend, ol’ Rocky Waller, took his wife and three children to Wichita, Kan., on Easter Sunday to participate in an Easter Egg Hunt. While observing all the children in the crowd participate in the hunt, Rocky observed a real funny incident.

As always, the kids were highly intent on finding and stashing in the baskets all the Easter eggs they could find. Rocky watched as one little boy scampered across the lawn, excitedly intent on gathering up all the eggs humanly possible for him.

One problem though, he wuz in such a frenzy that in his haste to put eggs in his basket, he forgot the most important thing – making sure the eggs he found actually WENT into his basket.

Rocky said the little boy would pick up an Easter morsel, then shove his hand completely through the handle of his basket and drop the morsel back onto the grass.

What wuz really funny wuz that a happy little girl with a sly smile on her face that simply followed the overzealous little boy around and picked up his Easter eggs and put them into her basket.

I don’t know what happened at the end of the hunt or if the little boy ever figgered out his mistake. But, I’ll let you decide for yourself if this little story proves a point that girls are smarter than boys and if it carries over into adulthood.


I’ve got another friend, ol’ C.L. DeDeal, who is a salesman for an agribusiness firm. As such, he travels by airplane most weeks of the year. And, he flies first class most of the time. He reports this funny happening on a recent flight.

It wuz an early morning flight and soon after all the first-class passengers were seated and the flight wuz underway, the flight attendant came by and asked each passenger what they wanted for a drink. C.L. ordered coffee, but the guy in the seat next to him – also a salesman – ordered prune juice.

The flight attendant told him she didn’t think they had any prune juice on board.

The salesman good-naturedly persisted that the flight MUST have prune juice on board because the plane had mostly business people in first class and business people simply HAD to have prune juice every morning.

Well, it turns out there was no prune juice on the flight menu and the businessman had to pick a substitute juice for his morning drink.

But then curiosity overcame the flight attendant and she asked C.L.’s seat-mate just why he’d said businessmen must have prune juice every morning.

The businessman grinned real big and told her loud enuf to be heard throughout first class, “because it’s the only reason we get ANY exercise every day.”

Well, the whole first-class section burst into laughter and the rest of the flight was a jovial affair. Plus, C.L. tells me that when they were getting off the plane, one of the pilots met the jokester and said he wuz sorry the flight didn’t have any prune juice and assured him that the next morning flight would have prune juice.


While I’m on the subject of travel, I’ll include this travel story that was sent to me by a benevolent reader.

Sally, a blonde, wuz cleaning out the trunk of her car preparing for a driving trip and her aggie boyfriend wuz helping her.

Inside her trunk, the boyfriend noticed a bag labeled “Emergency Repair Kit.” Looking at it a little closer, he noticed a stick of dynamite inside.

Thinking that was a bit strange, he asked Sally, “What’s the dynamite for?”

She looked at him like he wuz crazy and said, “It’s part of my emergency repair kit.”

The boyfriend said, “I can see that, but why?”

Sally replied, “In case I have a flat and need to blow up one of my tires.”


Overheard at the coffee shop. Two ranchers were discussing the beef bizness. One of them sez to the other: “There’s no reason for a bankrupt rancher to complain about his circumstance.”

The other replies, “Why’s that?”

The first grins and sez, “Because a bankrupt rancher’s got no beef.”


True story. Last week I drove by a public sign on the corner of the Lyon County Fairgrounds. The sign read: “Administrative Professhonal Day.” All I can say is I hope an administrator didn’t do the professional spelling on that sign.


I’ll close for this week with these words of wisdom about administrators by Marshall McLuhan: “An administrator in a bureaucratic world is a man who can feel big by merging his non-entity in an abstraction. A real person in touch with real things inspires terror in him.”

Have a good ‘un.

Start a dialogue, stay on topic and be civil.
If you don't follow the rules, your comment may be deleted.

User Legend: iconModerator iconTrusted User