A man and his wife, Greg and Edna, were lived in Barrow, Alaska their entire lives. One day, after a particularly heavy snowfall – more than 30 inches! – Greg turns to Edna while they’re clearing their driveway and proclaims to his wife “Edna, I’ve had enough of this snow. We’ve shoveled and scraped and salted and blowed for 50 years. We’re going south, and we’re not stopping until we find a place where no one knows what this damn thing is” as he gestures at his snow blower. So the next day they pack their clothes and valuables, and Edna helps Greg strap the snow blower to the roof of their car, and they begin driving south.
Eventually, after many, many hours of driving, the pair reaches Vancouver, British Columbia. It’s sunny and bright, with a warm breeze blowing in off the Pacific Ocean. It seems like a lovely place. As they pull into a gas station to refill their car Edna asks “Is this where we’re going to live?”
But before Greg can answer, a man walks up to Greg’s open window.
“Hey there” the man says “that’s a nice snow blower you got there. Is it for sale or something?”
Greg turns to Edna and shakes his head “No honey, this isn’t the place.”
So the pair starts driving again. Their next pit stop is in Medford, Oregon. The relatively small city is nice and warm, and it’s known for being sunnier and drier than other parts of the Pacific North-West.
“This seems like a lovely spot” Edna says. “Is this where we’re going to live?”
But Greg shakes his head and points to the display of anti-freeze and windshield scrapers just inside the gas station’s doors. “They still have winters here. I’m afraid this isn’t the spot.”
They continue driving for what seems like an eternity, passing through San Francisco, Los Angeles, and Phoenix, and many other towns and cities along the way, until eventually they reach Kingsville, Texas. Exhausted from their long journey, Greg and Edna pull into a small gas station to fuel up. The attendant comes out and, in a thick southern drawl, says “Well howdy folks. Say, what’s that contraption on top of your car, some kind of wheat thresher?”
Edna looks to Greg with a glimmer of hope in her eyes, and Greg smiles and nods back to her. “This is the place.”
Several months pass and Greg’s brothers Will and Pete decide to pay him a surprise visit and get out of the Alaskan cold for a few weeks. So they hop on an airplane and go to Greg and Edna’s address in Kingsville. As their cab pulls up to the house, they notice the place looks dark and unkempt. Unsure of what to do, they decided to knock on the neighbor’s door and see what they know. When the neighbor answered, Will greeted him.
“Uh, hey there. This is 114 East Shelton, right?”
“It sure is”
“Huh. Well you see, I thought my brother and his wife lived next door to you. But the house seems abandoned.”
“Oh, you must be talking about Greg and Edna” the neighbor replies. “They moved out all flustered and in a hurry a few weeks ago.”
“Really?” Pete asks, somewhat alarmed. “Are they okay? Were they in some kind of trouble?”
“I don’t think so. All I know is, last I saw of them, they we’re driving North as fast as they could with a nigger strapped to the roof of their car.”
*My apologies if this breaks the rules on racism. I thought the joke was fairly mild but others may be more sensitive than I*
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