A good friend of mine, living in northern Michigan, decided to go ice
fishing. He gathered up all of his tackle and moved out on the ice.
He started to auger a hole in the ice when he heard a voice boom out
from above:
'There are no fish here!'
He thought for a few moments, gathered up his stuff, then moved a
little farther down the ice. He started to auger a new hole in the
ice when he heard the voice boom out from above:
'There are no fish here!!'
So, he gathered up his stuff again, moved a little farther down the
ice, then started to augher another hole in the ice. Again he heard
the voice boom out from above:
'I said, there are no fish here!!!'
He sheepishly asked: 'Is that you god?'
To which the booming voice replied:
'No, I'm the rink manager'