Bubba and Boudreau were digging a ditch. It was hot. They were sweaty and miserable when they looked up and saw Boss Man sitting under a tree, drinking a cold beer with his arm around a girl. It made them furious.
“This just ain’t right!” Bubba said. “I’m gonna have it out with him.”
He jumped out of the ditch and stomped over to the boss demanding, “Hey, this ain’t right. How come we’re workin’ like dogs down in the ditch an’ your sittin’ up here in the shade with a girl drinkin’ a beer and makin’ the big bucks?”
“Coz I’m smarter than you. Here, I’ll prove it. Give me your shovel.” Boss Man stood up in front of the tree and held the shovel in front of his face. “Now, try to hit this shovel as hard as you can.”
Bubba balled up his fist and swung hard as he could. Just before he connected, Boss Man jumped back and Bubba hit the tree, full-force, busting up his hand.
“Now, that’s why I’m the boss!” Boss Man laughed.
Bubba stumbled back down in the ditch, nursing a broken hand.
“What did he say?” Boudreau asked.
“Lemme show you,” Boudreau replied. “Gimme your shovel.” He looked around, realizing there was no tree down in the ditch, so just held the shovel in front of his face. “Try to hit this shovel.”