TM mentioned Hitler’s Chauffeur in another post and it reminded me on this story.
Adolf Hitler is speeding through Germany with his chauffeur at the wheel on his
way to an important address.
Driving down a country road, the chauffeur (who is distracted, looking out the
window at the countryside) doesn’t see a pig walk out onto the road, and he
hits it with the car.
Stopping the car, he jumps out, and Adolf climbs out also to see what is going
on. The chauffeur, very distressed by what he’s done asks Hitler what they
should do, and Hitler tells him impatiently that they’re in a hurry and they
should move the pig to the side of the road and go to the address and worry
about it later.
All the way to the address the chauffeur, who is a fairly good-hearted person
despite his employer, is worried about the family who owned the pig and
wondered how they’d react to discovering the pig, so when they arrived he asked
Hitler whether he shouldn’t drive back to the farm and let them know what
happened.
Hitler agrees before hurrying to the podium, and the Chauffeur hurries back
down the road.
Four hours later, stumbling down the road, his arms full of sausage and bread
and his breath smelling of liquor.
Hitler in a rage demands to know what has happened to him, and the chauffeur
explains, “I did what I thought was right. I went to the farm where I killed
the pig. When I went and knocked on the door and gave them the news, they gave
me this sausage and bread, fed me the best ale I’ve ever tasted and let me have
their way with their beautiful nubile young daughter and then sent me on my
way.”
Adolf seemed confused by this and asks his chauffeur, “well what exactly did
you tell them?”
To which the chauffeur replied "I really can’t understand it either, all I did
was tell them “I’m Hitler’s Chauffeur, and I killed the pig.”