Confuso Advice

Confuso, the Mexican wiseman, spreaded his wisdom, “The night is dark. Beware of the darkness as it’s hard to see.”

The disciple asked, “That’s a deep thought. What do you really mean?”

Wrinkling his forehead Confuso replied, “The night is dark. Beware of the darkness as it’s hard to see.”

“Is this a metaphore?”

“No, it’s dark! Bring a lamp or somethin’, I can’t see a thing!”

Busy Street

“There were 35,726 cars today,” said the street.

“Don’t you have something better to do?” said the traffic light.

“No.”

“I do. I’m the master. I can stop cars at will.”

Stretching, the street said, “Oh, yeah? So, there’s no master computer controlling you? Is it?”

“Well… that’s different… I mean.”

“You mean nothing, you are a slave. On the other hand I’m free: I can count as many cars as I want,” said the street proudly.

The traffic light realized the street was right, You are a slave... you are a slave… you are a slave… It became sad, and then sadder. It couldn’t switch colors and got stuck in yellow, blinking slowly.

Oopsy! The street thought, realizing it made a cruel comment.

Crash! Bonk! Kaput! The cars crashed. Without the light, traffic became a mess—total chaos. The traffic light suddenly knew it had a purpose in life: to control cars and avoid crashes. It was in control! And that made it happy.

The next day the street said, “I counted 38,674 cars. What a busy day!”

“And I blinked 2,365 times!“ replied the traffic light enthusiastically.