Two executives were deep in a Highland forest, on an
orienteering weekend arranged by their firm.

Neither
had any real map reading skills and they'd become
separated from the other members of their team.

All
they knew was that the final rendezvous point was a
remote pub. 'The Wee Stump Inn'.

They trudged through the woods for hours hopelessly
lost until they came to what looked like a fork in the
forestry trail.

They couldn't agree on which path to try.

Eventually they decide to take one path each.

They
shake hands and resolve that last man back to the pub
will pay for the drinks.

Four hours later, the bloke that
chose the correct fork is sitting snug at the pub fireside,
enjoying his pint, when his mate staggers in.

He's cut,
bleeding, battered and bruised as if he's been mugged
by a rugby scrum.

Once they've got the 'victim' settled, he explains how
he'd gone around in circles for ages until he heard the
sound of an idling car engine.

He made right for the
sound and found a motor in a clearing at the end of
what looked like a 'lovers' lane'.

The car was all
steamed up and he couldn't see who was inside but
he could hear more than one voice.

Realizing he could ask for directions he approached
the driver's door.

The exec then told the assembled
crowd that the guy in the car had obviously been an
absolute psychopath, cause, as soon as he'd knocked
at the car window and asked, "How far is the Wee
Stump Inn?" the guy jumped out the car and beat seven
shades of shit out of him!!!