City slicker
A city slicker moves to the country and decides he's going to
take up farming. He heads to the local co-op and tells the man,
"Give me 100 baby chickens." The co-op man complies.
A week later the man returns and says,
"Give me 200 baby chickens." The co-op man complies.
Again, a week later the man returns. This time he says,
"Give me 500 baby chickens."
"Wow!" the co-op man replies,
"You must really be doing well!"
"Naw," said the man with a sigh,
"I'm either planting them too deep or too far apart!"
A city slicker moves to the country and decides he's going to
take up farming. He heads to the local co-op and tells the man,
"Give me 100 baby chickens." The co-op man complies.
A week later the man returns and says,
"Give me 200 baby chickens." The co-op man complies.
Again, a week later the man returns. This time he says,
"Give me 500 baby chickens."
"Wow!" the co-op man replies,
"You must really be doing well!"
"Naw," said the man with a sigh,
"I'm either planting them too deep or too far apart!"
