Three Canadians got a job putting up telegraph poles along a railroad in Northern Ontario. The foreman told them to go out for a week, each to a different section of rail, and put up as many poles as they could. There would be a bonus for any man who put up over a hundred.

The week passed, and the three workers returned to the foreman. “How did it go?” he asked.

The fellow from Vancouver replied, “Tough job, had some trouble with bears, but I got exactly one hundred.” The foreman shook his hand, gave him his week’s pay, and sent him home.

The fellow from Toronto replied, “Piece of cake, eh? Hundred and fifty. Count ’em yourself.” Impressed, the foreman gave him a week’s pay and another day’s worth as a bonus.

The foreman turned to the last man, a big Newfoundlander. “And what about you?” he asked.

The Newfoundlander grinned proudly. “Three!” he boomed. The foreman’s jaw dropped.

“Three?! You’ve got to be joking. Those two did two-fifty between the two of ’em!”

The Newfoundlander laughed. “Yeah, but did you see how much those lazy asses left sticking out?”