Why Cajuns Don't Work for Bear Stearns

One morning, a Cajun threesome and a trio of Yankees were in a ticket line at a train station, each sizing up the other with the unmentionable class and tribal mistrust that has made America what it is today.

The three Northerners each bought a ticket and watched as the three Cajuns bought just one ticket.

"How are the three of you going to travel on only one ticket?" sneered one of the Yankees.

"Watch and learn, Northern irrelevants," replied one of the boys from Louisiana.

All six boarded the train where the three Yankees sat down.

Meanwhile, the three Cajuns crammed into a toilet together and closed the door.

Shortly after the train departed, the conductor came around to collect tickets. He knocked on the toilet door and said, "Ticket, please."

The door opened a crack and a single arm emerged with a ticket in hand. The conductor took it and moved on.

The Yankees saw this and finally had to conclude it was actually a clever idea, particularly from a gaggle of worthless peckerwoods. So clever, in fact, that they decided to do the same thing on the return trip and save some serious cash.

That afternoon when they got back to the station, they bought a single ticket for the return trip. They then watched as the the three Cajuns sauntered past, not even bothering to buy a ticket at all.

"How are you white trash going to travel without a ticket?" inquired one of the confounded Yankees incredulously.

"Watch and learn, Rustbelt dogshit," replied the three Cajun boys in unison.

After boarding the train, the three Northerners duly crammed themselves into a toilet. The three Cajuns crammed into the other toilet on the opposite side of the car.

The train jerked and then started to move sedately out of the station.

Five minutes later, one of the Cajuns left their toilet and walked across to the toilet containing the sardined Yankees.

The Cajun knocked on the door and said, "Ticket, please."

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