A farmer walked into a bar and saw the local tractor
salesman sitting there, head hung low, obviously
upset, drowning his sorrows in his beer.
"What's up, John?" asked the farmer.
"Gosh Bob, I'll tell you what ... if I don't sell a tractor
soon, I'm gonna have to close my shop."
"Now John, things could be worse," said Bob.
"How do you figure?" asked John.
"Well, John - you know my ornery cow, Bessie? I went
to milk her this morning and she just kept flicking
her tail in my face. So I grabbed a piece of rope and
tied it up to the rafter. Then, the nasty thing went
and kicked the bucket away! So I tied her leg to the
wall. Then she kicked my stool right out from
underneath me! But I was out of rope. So I took my
belt off and used it to tie her other leg to the other
side of the stall. Well wouldn't you just know it...my
damn pants fell down.
And John, if you can convince my wife that I was in
there to MILK that cow, I'll buy a tractor from you
TODAY!"