Fishin for brown trout

>chuckle<

I used to take my son on jobs to get him out of his mother's hair and because he enjoyed it. My son, Bert, is mildly retarded, but he functions quite nicely on his own.

I had an inspection to perform on some new scraper arms being installed in a settling tank and Bert came along to make sure I did everything correctly.

When I walked into the house at the end of the day a few minutes after Bert, my wife asked what went wrong on the job.

I said, "Nothing was wrong, it went just as expected. I rejected most of the work, now the welders have an extra week's worth of work to do. Why do you ask?"

"I asked Bert how the job was and he said it stunk!" was her reply.

I started to laugh and said, "That's because we were working on an operating sewer treatment plant and it did stink!"

There are times when Bert is a man of few words!

Best regards - Al