Jason, a traveling salesman who spent much of his life on the nations highways found himself in a pradiciment one beautiful late-summer evening. He was driving on a lonely back road while experiencing a most frantic need to do a bowel movement. Unfortunately he was out in the country and miles from any gas stations or convenience stores. On the right side of the road the ground dropped off sharply. On the left side of the road, a large pumpkin patch stretched on seemingly forever.
Jason was rapidly running out of options. He pulled his car over, grabbed an old newspaper, and walked into the pumpkin patch with his legs crossed. He selected one of the larger pumpkins, pulled out a pocketknife and cut a circular piece out of the top, the way one would make a Jack-O-Lantern. He dropped his trowsers, and sat on top of the pumpkin like a toilet and let loose. After wiping himself with the newspaper, Jason replaced the lid to the pumpkin, walked back to his car, and drove off.
About four weeks later, Jason found himself driving down that same country road. He remembered what he'd done and he felt terrible about it. He resolved to offer an apology to the farmer of that field. As he approached the pumpkin patch, he saw that the pumpkins had all been harvested. He found the farmhouse without much difficulty and knocked on the door. The farmer answered and Jason explained what he'd done, apologizing profusely.
The farmer, seeing how bad Jason felt about it, placed a friendly hand on Jason's shoulder and said, "Don't fret about it, son. You go on and be on your way, and don't worry about me. Drive careful now, y'hear?"
After Jason left, the farmer walked over to his rotary telephone and dialed a number. After a moment he said into the phone, "Hey Edgar? You were right about that pie."
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Jason was rapidly running out of options. He pulled his car over, grabbed an old newspaper, and walked into the pumpkin patch with his legs crossed. He selected one of the larger pumpkins, pulled out a pocketknife and cut a circular piece out of the top, the way one would make a Jack-O-Lantern. He dropped his trowsers, and sat on top of the pumpkin like a toilet and let loose. After wiping himself with the newspaper, Jason replaced the lid to the pumpkin, walked back to his car, and drove off.
About four weeks later, Jason found himself driving down that same country road. He remembered what he'd done and he felt terrible about it. He resolved to offer an apology to the farmer of that field. As he approached the pumpkin patch, he saw that the pumpkins had all been harvested. He found the farmhouse without much difficulty and knocked on the door. The farmer answered and Jason explained what he'd done, apologizing profusely.
The farmer, seeing how bad Jason felt about it, placed a friendly hand on Jason's shoulder and said, "Don't fret about it, son. You go on and be on your way, and don't worry about me. Drive careful now, y'hear?"
After Jason left, the farmer walked over to his rotary telephone and dialed a number. After a moment he said into the phone, "Hey Edgar? You were right about that pie."
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