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. Realising 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?" he jumped out the car and beat seven shades of shit out of him!!!