TRAVEL
The little woman, a traveler with no aim and no gain, trudged along the weary sands, as a red, flashy car came up to her, almost making her jump in fright.
"No panic, lady," the young man in the car said after rolling down his windows. There was an American flag keychain dangling down the dashboard and pleasant, warm music flowing through the musty speakers.
"Where are you headed to?"
"I'm lost, sir. I'll have to make a phone call to the friend I'm visiting."
"There is a phone booth next to the manure store," the now-apparent farmer said, eyes twinkling. "I was headed there- today is your lucky day. Hop on, I'll take you there."
The woman traveler showed obvious hesitation. After seconds of constant fumbling and thinking, the farmer flashed the most charming smile imaginable.
"Don't worry. I'm just a farmer wanting to help a poor woman traveler who's lost her way. I'm not hurting you."
It did the trick, The woman climbed into the front seat of the car and they went off to the manure store.
It took the farmer six hours to dig several feet of earth to bury his offering.
He patted the ground down in satisfaction. Looking at his field which really needed the manure he provided and much more, he took his crimson-patted shovel and set off to look for more travelers.
The woman traveler was looking for her place in this world, only time would tell if it bore fruit.
"No panic, lady," the young man in the car said after rolling down his windows. There was an American flag keychain dangling down the dashboard and pleasant, warm music flowing through the musty speakers.
"Where are you headed to?"
"I'm lost, sir. I'll have to make a phone call to the friend I'm visiting."
"There is a phone booth next to the manure store," the now-apparent farmer said, eyes twinkling. "I was headed there- today is your lucky day. Hop on, I'll take you there."
The woman traveler showed obvious hesitation. After seconds of constant fumbling and thinking, the farmer flashed the most charming smile imaginable.
"Don't worry. I'm just a farmer wanting to help a poor woman traveler who's lost her way. I'm not hurting you."
It did the trick, The woman climbed into the front seat of the car and they went off to the manure store.
It took the farmer six hours to dig several feet of earth to bury his offering.
He patted the ground down in satisfaction. Looking at his field which really needed the manure he provided and much more, he took his crimson-patted shovel and set off to look for more travelers.
The woman traveler was looking for her place in this world, only time would tell if it bore fruit.
