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A farmer lived on a quiet rural highway. But, as time went by, the traffic slowly built up at an alarming rate. The traffic was so heavy and so fast that his chickens were being run over at a rate of three to six a day. So one day he called the sheriff’s office and said, “You’ve got to do something about all of these people driving so fast and killing all of my chickens.”
“What do you want me to do?” asked the sheriff. “I don’t care, just do something about those speeding drivers!” So the next day he had the county go out and put up a sign that said: SLOW: SCHOOL CROSSING Three days later the farmer called the sheriff and said, “You’ve got to do something about these drivers. The ‘school crossing’ sign seems to make them go faster!” So, again, the sheriff sends out the county and they put up a new sign: SLOW: CHILDREN AT PLAY And that really sped them up. So the farmer called the sheriff again and said, “Your signs are doing no good. Is it all right for me to put up my own sign?” The exasperated sheriff was happy to get rid of him: “Sure thing, put up your own sign.” And indeed, the sheriff got no more calls from the farmer. Three weeks later, the sheriff drove out to the farmer’s house to see how the farmer had solved the problem. He couldn’t miss the farmer’s sign. It was a whole sheet of plywood. And written in large letters were the bold words: SLOW: NUDIST RESORT |
