An Elderly Cowboy Slim Joe was telling his fellow cowboys back on the ranch about his first visit to a big-city church.
He said, “When I got there, they had me park my old truck in the corral.”
Cowboy Slick said, “You mean the parking lot?”
Slick was a bit more worldly than Slim.
Slim said, “Then, I walked up the trail to the door.”
Slick said, “You mean, the sidewalk to the door.”
Slim said, “Well, I guess. Once I was inside the door, I was met by this city-slicker dude.”
Slick growing frustrated said, “Slim, that would be the usher.”
Slim nodded and said, “Okay, well, the usher led me down the chute.”
Slick snarled and said, “You mean the aisle!”
Slim continued and said, “Then, he led me to a stall and told me to sit there.”
Slick only responded with a one-word correction, “Pew!”
Slim said, “Yeah, that’s what that pretty lady said when I sat down beside her.”
