The Grain In Humor

A man leaves Reykjavik, the Capital of Iceland, in the growing dusk in July and drives with his family east by the southern coast. Late in the evening he is crossing the bridges of river Skeidara in the middle of the vast gravel and sand area - and a tire is suddenly out and he must change. As he opens the trunk he sees he has left his jacking gear at home. There are no cars on the road and he decides to take the long hike to the nearest farm to get a jacking gear.

He walks. .. And he walks.

As he hikes along he begins to excercise in his mind and prepare for his meeting with the farmer.
"Good evening" he will say to the farmer.
"Hi! Welcome!" the farmer will certainly say.
"Could you possibly lend to me a jacking gear? I left mine at home and have my family sitting in the car out at the bridge."
"Of course!" the farmer will certainly say. Most likely he also will say:
"Step inside! My lovely lady will find you coffee and something to freshen you up while I find the gear and prepare the car and then I will drive you there and help you."

This is all very good.

In some more kilometers he begins to think of some more points in this upcoming conversation. Maybe the farmer has lent his car to his son who is visiting another farm somewhere else. Maybe he will not be so glad to wake up in the early night and maybe he says: "Here we have the perfect city-dude! Crossing the Skeidararsands without a jacking gear! It will certainly cost you!

Needless to say the man is becoming really irritated at the farmer. He is actually becoming angry as this is no way of treating a man in need - even if it really is late in the evening - actually more of a young night - well, may be not so young after all. The man is anyhow becoming furious.

Just now he knocks on the door at the farm and promptly the door is opened and there the farmer is - but the man is in fighting mood and speaks with fervour:
"You can sleep on your precious jack - for all I care!!"

He became so curious that he decided to take the 3 years serving periode to be able to become a monk. As soon as he had been admitted into the rule of the monks he grabbed the abbot´s hand to be led down into the mysteries of the corridors deep down in
the monastery.
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I - the writer of those lines - might tell you the very few more words of this story of the mystery of the monastery - if you are curious - and mail me ...