Stranded on an Island - Jokegreenspun.com : LUSENET : Countryside : One Thread
A rather inhibed engineer finally splurged on a luxury cruise to the Caribbean. It was the "craziest" thing he had ever done in his life. Just as he was beginning to enjoy himself, a hurricane roared upon the huge ship, capsizing it like a child's toy.
Somehow the engineer, desperately hanging on to a life preserver, managed to wash ashore on a secluded island. Outside of the beautiful scenery, a spring-fed pool, bananas and coconuts, there was little else. He lost all hope and for hours on end, sat under the same palm tree.
One day, after several months had possed, a gorgeous woman in a small rowboat appeared. "I'm from the other side of the island," she said. "Were you on the cruise ship, too?" "Yes, I was," he answered. "But where did you get that rowboat?" "Well, I whittled the oars from gum tree branches, wove the reinformced gunnel from palm branches, and made the keel and stern from a Eucalyptus tree." "But, what did you use for tools?" asked the man. "There was a very unusual strata of alluvian rock exposed on the south side of the island. I discovered if I fired it to a certain temperature in my kiln, it melted into ductile iron. Anyhow, that's how I got the tools. But enough of that," she said. Where have you been living all this time? I don't see any shelter." "To be honest, I've just been sleeping on the beach," he said. "Would you like to come to my place?" the woman asked. The engineer nodded dumbly.
She experted rowed them around to her side of the island, and tied up the boat with a handsome strand of hand-women hemp topped with a neat back splice. They walked up a winding stone walk she had laid and around a palm tree. There stood an exquisite bungalow painted in blue and white. "It's not much, but I call it home." Inside, she said, "Sit down please; would you like to have a drink?" "No thanks," said the man. "One more coconut juice and I'll throw up!" "It won't be coconut juice," the woman replied. "I have a crude still out back, so we can have authentic Pina Coladas." Trying to hid his amazement, the man accepted the drink, and they sat down on her couch to talk.
After they had exchanged stories, the woman asked, "Tell me, have you always had a beard?" "No," the man replied, "I was clean shaven all of my life until I ended up on this island." "Well, if you'd like to shave, there's a razor upstairs in the bathroom closet."
The man, no longer question anything, went upstairs to the bathroom and shaved with an intricate bone-and-shell device honed razor-sharp. Next he showered - not even attempting to fathom a guess as to how she managed to get warm water into the bathroom - and went back downstairs.
He couldn't help but admire the masterfully carved banister as he walked. "You look great," said the woman. "I think I'll go up and slip into something more comfortable." As she did, the man continued to sip his Pina Colada. After a short time, the woman, smelling faintly of gardenias, returned wearing a revealing gown fashioned out of palm fronds.
"Tell me," she asked, "we've both been out here for a very long time with no companionship. You know what I mean. Haven't you been lonely, too? Isn't there something you really, really miss? Something all men and women need? Something which would be really nice to have right now?"
"Yes, there is!" the man replied, shucking off his shyness. "There is something I've wanted to do for so long. But on this island all alone, it was just... well, it was impossible."
"Well, it's not impossilble any more," the woman said.
The man, practically panting in excitement, said breathlessly, "You mean... you actually figured out some way we can check our e-mail?"
-- Ken S. in TN (firstname.lastname@example.org), August 23, 2000
Cute, Thanks for the smile. Vanessa
-- Vanessa Weese (email@example.com), August 23, 2000.
Good one Ken
-- Dee (firstname.lastname@example.org), August 27, 2000.
Ken you must be a speed reader to have time to come up with all this stuff ! I was sure he wanted a beer.
-- Patty Gamble (email@example.com), August 27, 2000.