Wee Stump inn
Two executives were deep in a Highland forest, on an adventure weekend
arranged by their firm. Neither had any real map-reading skills and they
became separated from the other members of their team. All they knew was
that the final rendezvous point was a remote pub called, 'The Wee Stump
Inn.'
They trudged through the woods for hours, hopelessly lost until they came
to what looked like a fork in the forestry trail. They couldn't agree on
which path to take. Eventually, they decided to take one path each. They
shook hands and resolved that the last man back to the pub would pay for
the drinks.
Four hours later, the man that chose the correct fork was sitting at the
pub fireside, enjoying his pint, when his friend staggered in. He was cut,
bleeding, battered and bruised as if he had been mugged by a rugby team.
Once the men in the pub got the man settled, he explained, "I must have
gone around in circles for hours, until I heard the sound of an idling car
engine. I headed toward the sound and found a car in a clearing at the end
of what looked like a 'lovers lane'. The car was all steamed up and I
couldn't see who was inside, but I could hear more than one voice. So, I
thought that I could ask for directions and I knocked on the driver's
window. Now, the man in the car must have been a complete psychopath,
because as soon as I asked him, 'How far is the Wee Stump Inn?' he jumped out of the car and beat the s**t out of me!"
