The farmer whittled the stick as the tourist approached him.
‘How long to get to the nearest town, Paddy?’ came the nasal enquiry from the rich American.
The farmer continued to whittle and started to whistle too.
‘I said how long to get to the nearest town, Paddy?’
No reply. Just whistle and whittle.
‘Gee, Paddy, I’ve been a walkin’ all day.
Couldn’t you just tell me how aw heck, what’s the use,’ and the American walked away from the farmer in disgust.
He had gone about a hundred yards when the farmer called him back. Exasperated, the American returned.
‘It will take you about an hour,’ said the farmer.
‘Gee, thanks Paddy. But why didn’t you tell me that in the first place?’
‘Had to see how fast you could walk first,’ said the farmer.