Every day our local paper has a joke of the day.
Most times they aren't funny at all. Instead they make me question the humour of the person in charge of this particular segment. I bet they think a good night out involves last year's tax receipts and a glass of non-alcoholic rose. Puh-lease. (not that there is anything wrong with immersing oneself in the joy that is taxation accounting nor the inherent feelings of sobriety-whilst-looking-like-drinking-like-a-fish....let's just say that these things are not for me....).
So anyway, this was in the paper the other day. I found it quite amusing, funny even, simply because it is true.......The characters are American and Mexican but could truly be anyone really. Them and us. Anyone really.
An American businessman was at a small coastal Mexican village when a small boat with just one fisherman docked. Inside the small boat were several large fish.
The American then asked what didn't he stay out longer and catch more fish? The Mexican said he had enough to support his family's immediate needs.
The American then asked what did the fisherman do with the rest of his time? He said, "I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, take a siesta with my wife Maria, stroll into the village each evening where I sip wine and play guitar with my amigos. I have a full and busy life, Senor."
The American scoffed, "I am a Harvard MBA and could help you. You should spend more time fishing and with the proceeds buy a bigger boat. With the proceeds from the bigger boat you could buy several boats, eventually you would have a fleet of fishing boats.
"Instead of selling your catch to a middleman you would sell directly to the processor, eventually opening your own cannery. You would control the product, processing and distribution.
"You would need to leave this small coastal fishing village and move to Mexico City, then LA and eventually NYC where you will run your expanding enterprise.
"After 15 to 20 years of hard work and when the time is right you would sell your company to the public and become very rich.
"But the best part is that then you would retire. Move to a small coastal fishing village where you would sleep late, fish a little, play with your kids, take a siesta with your wife, stroll to the village in the evenings where you could sip wine and play your guitar with your amigos."
Funny, cos it's true. I'm with the fisherman.