A city slicker stopped his large, expensive car on a country road and looked about in confusion. He noticed a young farm hand leaning on a fence and called to him, "Hey, you know how far it is to Shrewsbury?"
The farm hand thought about it and said, "Don't know."
"Well, then, do you know the best way to get there?"
Again, the farm hand thought a bit and said, "Can't say that I do."
"Look, can you just tell me where the nearest gas station is so I can pick up a map?"
"'Fraid I don't know that either."
Frustrated, the man in the car snapped, "You sure don't know much do you?"
To which the farm hand replied, "I'm not the one who's lost."
