One warm, sunny afternoon, a rather portly red-headed fellow was driving along the back roads of a small Mississippi county, enjoying the peaceful countryside, and the feeling of the power of the 360 horsepower engine under the hood of his black Corvette.
Suddenly, the engine went silent, and much to his chagrin, he was unable to get it restarted, and had to pull off the side of the road. Unfortunately, there was nothing in sight, except for a lone farmhouse way off in the distance. Realizing he had no choice, the man being his trek across the field towards the farmhouse.
An hour or so later, after a long walk, the man reached the farmhouse and knocked on the door. The sun was down, but it was still hot and humid, and the sweat was rolling off the man's back. He was hot and wet, and ready for bed.
After a few seconds, the farmer answered the door. After explaining his plight, the farmer said that the man was welcome to spend the night and he could give him a ride into town the next morning to find a mechanic, however, the only available place to sleep was with the farmer's young athletic son, who was standing behind the farmer, with a huge smile on his face.
The man replied, "Oh, excuse me, sir.. I'm in the wrong joke."
