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!”

Sven and Ole have since quit their engineering jobs and are currently serving in the United States Senate.

Four old men went into the pro shop after playing 18 holes of golf.  The pro asked, “Did you guys have a good game today?”  The first old guy said, “Yes, I had three riders today.”  The second old guy said, “I had the most riders ever.  I had five.”  The third old guy said, “I had 7 riders, the same as last time.”  The last old man said, “I beat my old record.  I had 12 riders today.”

After they went into the locker room, another golfer who had heard the old guys talking about their game went to the pro and said,  “I’ve been playing golf for a long time and thought I knew all the terminology of the game, but what’s a rider?” The pro said, “A rider is when you hit the ball far enough to actually get in the golf cart and ride to it.”