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.
Finally, she decided she knew enough, and out she went for her first ice
fishing trip. She carefully gathered up and packedall the tools and
equipment needed. Each piece of equipment had its 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, as 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.
The voice came again, "There are no fish under the ice!" Petrified, the blonde looked skyward and asked "Is that you, Lord?"
The voice boomed back,
"No, this is the manager of the skating rink!"
She went to the bookstore and bought every book she could find on ice fishing.
Finally, she decided she knew enough, and out she went for her first ice
fishing trip. She carefully gathered up and packedall the tools and
equipment needed. Each piece of equipment had its 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, as 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.
The voice came again, "There are no fish under the ice!" Petrified, the blonde looked skyward and asked "Is that you, Lord?"
The voice boomed back,
"No, this is the manager of the skating rink!"
