Sven and Ole
Two Minnesota engineers were standing at the base of a flagpole, looking up.
A woman walks by asks what they were doing.
"Ve're supposed to find da height of dis flagpole, " said Sven, "but ve don't haff a ladder."
The woman took a wrench from her purse, loosened a couple of bolts, and laid the pole down on the ground.
Then she took a tape measure from her pocketbook, took a measurement, announced, "Twenty one feet, six inches," and walked away.
Ole shook his head and laughed. "Ain't dat just like a voman! Ve ask fer da height and she gives us da length!"
Two Minnesota engineers were standing at the base of a flagpole, looking up.
A woman walks by asks what they were doing.
"Ve're supposed to find da height of dis flagpole, " said Sven, "but ve don't haff a ladder."
The woman took a wrench from her purse, loosened a couple of bolts, and laid the pole down on the ground.
Then she took a tape measure from her pocketbook, took a measurement, announced, "Twenty one feet, six inches," and walked away.
Ole shook his head and laughed. "Ain't dat just like a voman! Ve ask fer da height and she gives us da length!"