An old prospector shuffled into town leading an old tired mule.
The old man headed straight for the only saloon in town to soothe his parched throat and quench his thirst. He walked up and tied his old mule to the hitch rail. As he stood there, brushing some of the dust from his face and clothes, a young gunslinger stepped out of the saloon with a gun in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other.
The young gunslinger looked at the old man and laughingly asked, "Hey old man, have you ever danced?"
The old man looked up at the gunslinger and said, "No, I never did dance. Never really wanted to."
A crowd had gathered as the gunslinger grinned and said, "Well, you old fool, you're gonna dance now."
And he started shooting at the old man's feet.
The old prospector--not wanting to get a toe blown off--started hopping around like a flea on a hot skillet. Everybody was laughing, fit to be tied.
When his last bullet had been fired, the young gunslinger, still laughing, holstered his gun and turned around to go back into the saloon.
The old man turned to his pack mule, pulled out a double-barreled shotgun, and cocked both hammers. The loud clicks carried clearly through the desert air.
The old man headed straight for the only saloon in town to soothe his parched throat and quench his thirst. He walked up and tied his old mule to the hitch rail. As he stood there, brushing some of the dust from his face and clothes, a young gunslinger stepped out of the saloon with a gun in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other.
The young gunslinger looked at the old man and laughingly asked, "Hey old man, have you ever danced?"
The old man looked up at the gunslinger and said, "No, I never did dance. Never really wanted to."
A crowd had gathered as the gunslinger grinned and said, "Well, you old fool, you're gonna dance now."
And he started shooting at the old man's feet.
The old prospector--not wanting to get a toe blown off--started hopping around like a flea on a hot skillet. Everybody was laughing, fit to be tied.
When his last bullet had been fired, the young gunslinger, still laughing, holstered his gun and turned around to go back into the saloon.
The old man turned to his pack mule, pulled out a double-barreled shotgun, and cocked both hammers. The loud clicks carried clearly through the desert air.
The crowd stopped laughing immediately. The young gunslinger heard the sounds too, and he turned around very slowly. The silence was almost deafening. The crowd watched as the young gunman stared at the old timer and the large holes of the rifle's twin barrels.
The barrels of the shotgun never wavered in the old man's hands, as he calmly asked, "Son, have you ever licked a mule's ass?"
The gunslinger swallowed hard and said, "No sir. But...I've always wanted to."
A few lessons for everyone:
> Never be arrogant.
> Don't waste your resources---your ammunition.
> Alcohol can give you the false impression that you're smarter than you actually are.
> Always make sure that you know who has the power.
> Don't mess with old men --- they have very well learned in the processing of growing old that acting and being cocky is a proof of immaturity and stupidity.
Author Unknown
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