Not Lost
In the United States, as many parts of the world farmers of person who live in the country are often viewed as less sophisticated and more provincial than people who live in the big cities. There are many humorous stories told in which the simple country boys wins in a battle of wits with his city cousin. The anecdote is an example of this short of humor.
A well-dressed Easterner from a big city with new wagon and a beautiful pair of horses was driving along the country roads in the Midwest, speeding a little here and going slowly a little there, studying the scenery and enjoying the ride. He did not pay much attention to where he was going. Pretty soon he realized that he was lost; but he continued to drive expecting to find his way or to meet someone who could tell him how to get back to the town.
It was a long lonely road. For many hours he kept on driving hoping every hilltop would bring him in sight of some farmhouse. When it was almost dark he saw in a cornfield in front of him a tall country boy plowing the land. He stopped his tired team of horses near the fence an called out, “Hello, boy.”
“Hello, yourself,” the boy replied, still plowing.
“Where does this road go?”
“I haven’t ever seen it go anywhere. It always stay right where it is,” said the boy, without stopping his work.
“How far is it to the next town?” said the stranger speaking a little louder as the boy and his plow moved slowly away.
“Don’t know: never measured it,” replied the boy.
By this time the city man was getting angry, “What do you know? You’re the biggest fool I ever saw.”
The boy stopped the plow and turned and looked for a long time at the city man. Then he said scornfully, “Maybe I don’t know much. Perhaps I am a foll. But at least I’m not lost!”
