Two Anecdotes: 1. To reach your destination fast, go slow. 2. "Too many cooks spoil the broth."

 The Lighter Side of Human Nature:

Two Anecdotes:

      1. To reach your destination fast, go slow.

2. "Too many cooks spoil the broth." 

Dr Abe V Rotor

 1. To reach your destination fast, go slow  horse drawn carriage loaded illustrated
A young man was driving a caleza (horse drawn cart) loaded with coconuts on a market day. “I’ll be late and won’t be able to sell all my coconuts,” he said to himself. Whereupon he saw an old man on the roadside, stopped and asked, “How I can reach the marketplace the soonest I can, Apo Lakay (old man)?”

The old man glanced at the loaded caleza, smiled and said, “Just go slow anak (child), and you will reach your destination.”

The young man thought he was talking to an ulyanin (a forgetful person). Actually he was asking something he did not have to ask in the first place. So he cracked the whip and his horse galloped even if the road is rough and rutted. The nuts kept falling along the way so that he had to stop now and then to pick them up.

The old man is after all right.

This story is relevant to us living on the fast lane, and in keeping up with the Joneses,for that matter. I can only imagine how the simple folk philosopher would give us the same advice.~

2. "Too many cooks spoil the broth."
Adapted from a popular story by Dr Abe V Rotor

A teenage son bought a pair of pants too long for him by two inches, he had to have it cut and sewed. Not having the skill to do it, and even if he did, some one can always accede to his request - he is the bunso (youngest) child in the family and the center of attention and service.

But on this particular day, on this particular hour, every one he approached to shorten his pants said, “Later, after I have finished what I am doing.”

His sister was cooking, his mother ironing clothes, his grandmother feeding the chicken. And when each one had finished her work, it was siesta time.

But remembering her grandson's request, the grandmother took the scissor and cut the pants two inches off, sewed it and left for siesta.

Next, the mother remembered her son's request, took the scissor and cut two inches off, sewed it, then took a nap. The sister suddenly remembered her brother’s request, took the scissor and cut two inches off and sewed. When the teenage son woke up, he tried his new pants, now repaired to his expectation.

But alas, his pair of pants has become into a porontong (half-short half-pants)!

What is the moral of the story? ~