What would you say?

When I attended college, I had a math teacher who had a very unusual way of finding out, who understood and who didn't. Each class, he would start by giving the answers to the home-work of the previous day and would ask who had a different answer.

He would write down the names of those who raised their hand, pick one and call them to the black board and have them redo the same problem. He was rather cynical and sarcastic and had a condencending remark for each of them.

After having found that out, you probably can imagine, not many hands were raised, grin.

Boudreaux, a redneck to the core, had a bad vehicle accident, caused by a truck. In court, the trucking company's fancy lawyer was questioning Boudreaux.

"Didn't you say, at the scene of the accident, "I'm fine"?" the lawyer asked.

Boudreaux responded: "Let me told you what happened. Me, I had jus loaded my favorite mule Bessie, into da . . "

"I didn't ask for any details," the lawyer interrupted. "Just answer the question. Did you not say, at the scene of the accident, "I'm fine!"?"

Boudreaux said: "I had jus got Bessie into da trailer and I was driving down da road . . ."

The lawyer interrupted again and said : "Judge, I am trying to establish the fact, that at the scene of the accident, this man told the Highway Patrol man on the scene, that he was just fine. Now, several weeks after the accident, he is trying to sue my client. I believe he is a fraud. Please tell him to answer the question."

By this time, the Judge was fairly interested in Boudreaux's answer and said to the lawyer: "I would like to hear what he has to say about his favorite mule, Bessie."

Boudreaux thanked the Judge and proceeded: "I had just loaded Bessie, my favorite mule, into da trailer and was driving her down da highway, when dis huge semi-truck and trailer ran da stop sign and smacked my truck right in da side. Me, I was thrown into one ditch and Bessie was thrown into da udder. I was hurting real bad and didn't want to move at all. But, I could herd ole Bessie moanin and groanin. Me, I knew she was in some kind o' terrible shape just by her groans.

Shortly after da accident, a Highway Patrol man, he came on da scene. He herd Bessie moanin' and groanin' so, him, he went over ta her. After he took hisself a look at her, he took out his gun and shot her between da eyes. Den da Patrolman came cross da road, gun in hand, and looked at
me, and said: "How are you feeling?"

"Now what da heck would you say?!"

I can't blame 'da fella'! :-)