I don’t know if you've heard
about the village that was connected to the rest of the town by a very long and
narrow bridge. The bridge must have been built during the carriage era because it
could accommodate only one car at a time. It is therefore customary to find
cars on one end of the bridge patiently waiting for traffic from the other end
to cross, before embarking on it. But on this day, two impatient motorists were
approaching the bridge from the two ends. Although, it was quite easy to see
vehicles from opposite ends, neither driver applied the brakes. Instead they
picked up the speed, that the dust they kicked up on the dirt track before the bridge
was as thick as an atomic cloud. By the time they stepped on the brakes, both
cars were facing each other in the middle of the bridge.
After an eternity of staring down
each other, they killed their engines. The younger driver then decided to really
infuriate the other so that he will be forced to back up the car and make room
for him. He picked the newspaper he had just bought, stepped out of his car and
sat on the bonnet to peruse the contents. When he heard the sound of the other
car door opening, he stole a glance and saw the driver coming out. He had
braced himself for all manner of invective when the older man cleared his
throat and respectfully said, “I see that is today’s paper, could you kindly
pass it when you are through?” I can’t recall how the story ended, but there is
another face off that ended funnily.