We cooked and ate Christmas Eve dinner at our friend Don's house, then stayed over for the following day. Don and I tossed extra bread and peanuts on the porch and down by the sidewalk, then sat at the front window and watched all of the hungry creatures stop by.
Being the selfish person I am, I brought along a telephoto lens.
The cat hung around all day, hoping to get lucky. I don't think he ever did.
Two men are in a hot-air balloon. Soon, they find themselves lost in a
canyon somewhere. One of the three men says, “I’ve got an idea. We can
call for help in this canyon and the echo will carry our voices to the
end of the canyon. Someone’s bound to hear us by then!”
So he leans over the basket and screams out, “Helllloooooo! Where
are we?” (They hear the echo several times).
Fifteen minutes later, they hear this echoing voice: “Helllloooooo!
The shouter comments, “That must have been a mathematician.”
Puzzled, his friend asks, “Why do you say that?”
“For three reasons. First, he took a long time to answer, second,
he was absolutely correct, and, third, his answer was absolutely useless.”