A city slicker stopped his large, expensive car on a country
road and looked about in confusion. He noticed a young farm
hand leaning on a fence and called to him, "Hey, you know how
far it is to Shrewsbury?"
The farm hand thought about it and said, "Don't know."
"Well then, do you know the best way to get there?"
Again, the farm hand thought a bit and said, "Don't know."
"Look, can you just tell me where the nearest gas station is
so I can pick up a map?"
"'Fraid I don't know that either."
Frustrated, the man in the car snapped, "You don't know much
do you?"
To which the farm hand replied, "I'm not lost."
     
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