During World War II, two German generals were fed up with the way Hitler was conducting things. They thought he was going to ruin the country, so they decided to assassinate him for the common good.

For weeks they followed him around, looking for an opportunity. They noticed that every Saturday, he was taken for a drive in the country. On those drives between one and one-thirty in the afternoon, his car would pass over the same bridge, and that’s where they decided to do the deed. One Friday night, they rigged the bridge with bombs and waited on a nearby hill with the detonator. One o'clock Saturday came: no Hitler. One-thirty came: no Hitler. Two, three, and four o'clock came: still no Hitler. Finally, one general turned to the other and said: “Gee, I hope nothing happened to him.”