An old timer shuffled into the town of El Paso , Texas ,
leading an old tired mule. The old man headed straight for
the only saloon in town, to clear his parched throat. He
walked up to the saloon 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 laughed, saying,
"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 started shooting at
the old man's feet.
The old timer, 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 gaping holes of
those twin barrels. The barrels of the shotgun never wavered in
the old man's hands, as he quietly said, "Son, have you ever kissed
a mule's ass?"
The gunslinger swallowed hard and said, "No sir..... but .... I've
always wanted to."
There are a few lessons to be learned here:
Never be arrogant.
Don't waste ammunition.
Whiskey makes you think you're smarter than you are.
Always, always make sure you know who has the power.
Don't mess with old men; they didn't get old by being stupid.
leading an old tired mule. The old man headed straight for
the only saloon in town, to clear his parched throat. He
walked up to the saloon 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 laughed, saying,
"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 started shooting at
the old man's feet.
The old timer, 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 gaping holes of
those twin barrels. The barrels of the shotgun never wavered in
the old man's hands, as he quietly said, "Son, have you ever kissed
a mule's ass?"
The gunslinger swallowed hard and said, "No sir..... but .... I've
always wanted to."
There are a few lessons to be learned here:
Never be arrogant.
Don't waste ammunition.
Whiskey makes you think you're smarter than you are.
Always, always make sure you know who has the power.
Don't mess with old men; they didn't get old by being stupid.
