Two Minnesota engineers were standing at the base of a flagpole, looking up. A woman walks by and asks what they are doing.

“Ve’re supposed to find da height of da flagpole,” said Sven, “but ve don’t haff a ladder.”

The woman took a wrench from her purse, loosened a few bolts, and laid the pole down. Then she took a tape measure from her pocketbook, took a measurement, announced, “Eighteen feet, six inches,” and walked away.

Ole shook his head and laughed. “Ain’t dat just like a voman! Ve ask for da height and she gives us da length!”