November 9, 2012 by R.G. Morse
Which reminds me of the story of the little farm girl flying back to Regina from Ottawa. She was seated next to a Member of Parliament. She was reading her book when the MP nudged her elbow, and asked if she wanted to engage in a conversation about Canada and its role in the world, or any other topic for that matter.
She closed her book, looked at him and said, “Some animals all eat hay, sheep deposit small little pellets when they poop, cow deposits are like flat cakes, and horses do egg-sized balls. Why is that?”
The MP pondered the question for a while, shrugged his shoulders and said, “I don’t know!”
To which the girl replied, “Are you sure you want to have a conversation with me when you don’t know shit?”