Know that joke about looking
under the street lamp for keys you dropped elsewhere, because the light is better?
Not exact matches
It's exactly like the old joke about the guy who is searching
for his lost keys
under the nearest
street lamp: not because that's where he thinks he lost them but because the light is so much better there.
Sort of like the fellow who dropped his wallet on a dark sidewalk and then walked back two blocks to look
for it
under the last
street lamp he passed because that's where the light was!
Under the glow of a
street lamp, Monica drew intersecting triangles and arches, an intricate design
for shoulder pads.
But like the wise fool who searches
for his keys
under the
street lamp because that's where the light is, I used Twitter because that's where the data are.
The focus of the warming crowd on land temps reminds of me of the old joke about the drunk searching
for his car keys
under the
street lamp, even though he lost them a block away.