Babel or Pisa?

Sweat was pouring off of Bubba Adamson's back as he sat down to rest. (Bubba is an ancient name, meaning "He whose neck is red.") He had been laying stones on the tower all day. He wasn't even sure why they were building the tower. Some said it was to reach to heaven, so that they could see God. Bubba looked up at the cloudless sky and knew they had a long way to go. He was really sick of this job. He had been working at it for more years than he wanted to count. Actually, Bubba didn't know how to count. Only the straw boss knew how to do that.

There had been trouble brewing on the tower for the past month. Bubba didn't really know what happened, but a whole lot of people started speaking strange languages. Some were German, some French, and some who came over from East of Eden even spoke Chinese. He muttered to himself, "Why can't they speak the King's English like every one was supposed to?" You see, up until this time, everyone spoke Old English just like they did in the King James Version of the Bible. He longed for the old days. What would be next? He heard a rumor that the rulers of Babel were going to hire some Yankees from up North. That would be the last straw.

What Bubba didn't know was that his days on the tower were near an end. What with all the foreigners, (i.e. those who speak no English), the work orders were getting all confused. Each person was doing his own thing. Bubba wasn't too bright, but he knew you couldn't build a tower that way. The boss had told someone to put an extra rock at the base of the tower. He misunderstood. Instead of putting one in, he took one out. Suddenly Bubba felt something begin to rumble. Before he knew it the whole tower began to collapse. The last thing that crossed his mind was, "Well, I guess I'll get to see God without finishing the tower." God just shook his head. "I guess they'll never learn. What Next? Twin Towers?"