A blonde decided she needed something new and different
for a winter
hobby. She went to the bookstore and bought every book
she could find on
ice fishing.
For weeks she read and studied every book, hoping to
become an expert in
the field. Finally she decided she knew enough and out
she went for her
first ice fishing trip.
She carefully gathered up and packed all the tools and
equipment needed for
the excursion. Each piece of equipment had it's own
special place in her
kit. When she got to the ice, she found a quiet little
area, placed her
padded stool, and carefully laid out her tools. Just as
she was about to
make her first cut into the ice a booming voice from the
sky bellowed
"There are no fish under the ice!"
Startled, the blonde grabbed up all her belongings, moved
further along the
ice, poured some hot chocolate from her thermos, and
started to cut a new
hole. Again the voice from above bellowed "There are no
fish under the
ice!"
Amazed, the blonde wasn't quite sure what to do, this
certainly wasn't
covered in any of her books. She packed up her gear and
moved to the far
side of the ice. Once there she stopped for a few moments
to regain her
calm. Then she was extremely careful to set everything up
perfectly. Tools
in the right place, chair positioned just so,
everything. Just as she was
about to cut this new hole, the voice came again, "There
are no fish under
the ice!"
Petrified, the blonde looked skyward and asked "Is that
you lord?"
And the voice boomed back "No, this is the manager of the
skating rink!"