He did exactly what any cautious driver would do—he stopped. And then… he waited. The light turned green.
Still, he stayed put. He stared ahead, unmoving, blinking at the signal like it was speaking a language he didn’t quite trust. The light turned yellow.
Then red again. Then green once more. Still, nothing.
Finally, after the fourth change, a traffic officer who had been watching from the sidewalk couldn’t take it any longer. He jogged over through the chorus of car horns, tapped on Joe’s window, and gave him a polite but puzzled smile. “Sir,” he said, “What’s wrong?
Don’t we have any colors you like?”
A blonde, a brunette, and a redhead team were sent out to install telephone poles for the Telephone Company. After the first day, the brunette team had installed 30 poles, the redhead team had installed 37 poles, and the blonde team had installed 7. The contractor was outraged with the blonde team and demanded to know why they had done so few.
“Hey, we saw what the other teams were doing. Their’s were still sticking out of the ground.”
