A high-powered corporate manager suffered a massive heart attack, prompting his doctor to order him to spend a month relaxing on a quiet, remote farm.
By the second day, the manager was losing his mind from boredom. He marched up to the farmer and begged for something to do. The farmer, looking at the city slicker in loafers, told him to shovel a massive mound of cow manure, assuming it would take the office worker at least a week. To his utter shock, the manager finished the entire job before dinner.
The next day, the farmer raised the stakes: “Go into the coop and chop the heads off 500 chickens.” He was certain the brutal task would break the businessman, but by sunset, the job was flawlessly completed.
On the third morning, running out of chores, the farmer handed him a bag of potatoes. “Just sort these into two boxes, mate. Big potatoes in this box, small potatoes in that one.”
At the end of the day, the farmer walked into the barn and found the manager sweating, trembling, and staring blankly at the bag. The two boxes were completely empty.
“What happened?” the farmer asked, completely baffled. “You handled the toughest jobs on the farm without breaking a sweat, and you can’t handle a simple task like sorting potatoes?”
The manager wiped his brow and groaned:
“Listen, pal. All my life I’ve been wading through crap and chopping heads off, but now you’re asking me to make actual decisions!”
