A fellow from Massachusetts drove off on a vacation to Bangor, Maine. Not being too sure about the directions he was following, this Yankee pulled off the Interstate at the first sign for Bangor. As he braked the car to a stop at the end of the off-ramp, the fellow noticed a directional sign. It had an arrow pointing to the left that read “Bangor, 25 miles.” And – as it seems so often to happen – just below that sign was another sign with an arrow pointing to the right. It also said, “Bangor, 25 miles.”

Now being from Massachusetts this fellow was confused by these conflicting signs . He was unsure of which direction to turn. Then he spotted an old Maine farmer working in a field just across the road. So the fellow from Massachusetts  pulled his car across to where the farmer was and rolled down the window.

“Excuse me, sir,” said the fellow from Massachusetts. “I’m a bit confused about these signs for Bangor. One says “Bangor 25 miles” to the left. The other says “Bangor 25 miles” to the right. Does it matter WHICH way I go?”

 The old farmer paused pensively, took off his tattered straw hat, scratched his head, spit on the ground, and said, “Not to me it don’t!”