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"Man is in the middle of farmland, driving home on a country road. It’s late at night. It’s snowing like crazy. He’s tired and hungry. He gets a flat tire. Grumbling, he gets out of the car to get the spare tire and the jack from the trunk.
There is no jack. What’s he supposed to do now? He can’t fix the flat without the jack. He decides to look for a house so he can borrow their jack. He sees the lights of a farmhouse in the distance and thinks “Farmers are always so friendly and helpful…I’ll go knock on their door.”
Grumbling again, he realizes he will have to cross several fields to get to the house. As he starts out he puts his foot right into a deep puddle. Yuck. Now his foot is cold and wet. He thinks to himself – “As long as the people in the house are friendly and helpful, it’ll be worth the effort.”
He climbs over the barbed wire fence to cross the first field and he tears his coat on the fence. “Damn, that was a nice coat!” Now becoming angry, he stomps across the field toward the house and thinks “I sure hope that farmer wants to help me.”
The man falls down in the field and now has mud on his pants. He’s cold, tired, and dirty and just plain mad about everything. He thinks “I bet that farmer isn’t going to want to help me – I bet he doesn’t even have a jack!” But he keeps going because he doesn’t have any other options.
As he approaches the farmhouse, he slips in a pile of cow dung. He’s now cold, tired, dirty and smells like cow dung. Absolutely furious, he thinks “That farmer is probably sleeping – I’m going to wake him up and he’ll be rude and won’t help me. Well, I’ll show him…”
So the man storms up to the house and pounds on the front door. After a few minutes the farmer comes to the door in his pajamas. The man in trouble screams “Keep your damned jack!” and stomps off."
Based on the version found here: sites.jcu.edu/boler/2009/10/26/the-jack-story
There is no jack. What’s he supposed to do now? He can’t fix the flat without the jack. He decides to look for a house so he can borrow their jack. He sees the lights of a farmhouse in the distance and thinks “Farmers are always so friendly and helpful…I’ll go knock on their door.”
Grumbling again, he realizes he will have to cross several fields to get to the house. As he starts out he puts his foot right into a deep puddle. Yuck. Now his foot is cold and wet. He thinks to himself – “As long as the people in the house are friendly and helpful, it’ll be worth the effort.”
He climbs over the barbed wire fence to cross the first field and he tears his coat on the fence. “Damn, that was a nice coat!” Now becoming angry, he stomps across the field toward the house and thinks “I sure hope that farmer wants to help me.”
The man falls down in the field and now has mud on his pants. He’s cold, tired, and dirty and just plain mad about everything. He thinks “I bet that farmer isn’t going to want to help me – I bet he doesn’t even have a jack!” But he keeps going because he doesn’t have any other options.
As he approaches the farmhouse, he slips in a pile of cow dung. He’s now cold, tired, dirty and smells like cow dung. Absolutely furious, he thinks “That farmer is probably sleeping – I’m going to wake him up and he’ll be rude and won’t help me. Well, I’ll show him…”
So the man storms up to the house and pounds on the front door. After a few minutes the farmer comes to the door in his pajamas. The man in trouble screams “Keep your damned jack!” and stomps off."
Based on the version found here: sites.jcu.edu/boler/2009/10/26/the-jack-story
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