Two Louisiana gentlemen who’d always worked in the pulpwood industry found themselves in a bad way when the pulpwood industry fell off. Hearing of a state employment office, they headed down there, hoping for work.
Joe saw the counselor first. “I see you’ve always worked in the forestry industry. Exactly, what did you do?”
”I cut pulpwood!” He answered proudly. “When I get going, can’t nobody keep up with me. I’m the best pulpwood cutter in the country.”
”I’ll bet that’s something to see,” answered the counselor “but the pulpwood industry is dead around here. I don’t have a single job for a pulpwood cutter. Hope it picks up soon.”
He showed Joe the door. “Next!”
Bubba followed him in. He was out in just a few minutes. “I got a job! I start tomorrow or the next day!”
Joe couldn’t handle that and stormed back in, confronting the counselor. “What’s going on here? How come you found him a job and not me?”
“We don’t have any jobs for a pulpwood cutter, but he’s a pilot. We have lots of jobs for pilots!” answered the counselor.
“That don’t make no sense! If I don’t cut it, how’s he gonna pile it?”