Holy Cow, post: 446652, member: 50 wrote: Naming your kid Jerome is one thing but saddling him with Increase for a middle name insures he will grow up to be some sort of ne'erdowell and amount to nothing. ;);)
Mrs. Cow reported today that she has a student named Scott. It turns out his middle name is Free. Geeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeez.
My granddad always held fast with his belief the initials J.I. that were prevalent on some early model Case tractors stood for "Just In"...
I got one of my granddad's Case pocket knives when he passed away. I have no idea what happened to it, 🙁
The Fertilizer Wreck
About 25 years ago, I was pulling into the gate on my place west of town. The gate was recessed enough that I could get off the road with a trailer behind me and then open the gate. There was a fertilizer truck not far behind me that continued west when I turned. I was getting my keys out when I heard the crash. I stepped out toward the road and could see that the fertilizer truck had hit something about a 1/4 mile away. I called dispatch on my fire dept. radio and told them about the wreck and got in the truck to go check on the driver. My wife worked at the city office (one of the two office staff) and was also the daytime dispatch. She was sending a fire truck and an ambulance.
When I got there, I saw that the fertilizer truck had hit a fertilizer trailer and there was fertilizer everywhere. The man that had cows across the road, a brother to the one I bought my place from, had tried pulling the fertilizer up the hill and across a cattle guard. Fertilizer trailers are short in length with two axles and don't put much weight on the truck. It doesn't take much to pull the truck down to a stop.
His truck would not pull it any farther so he put a 2x4 behind one wheel and pulled the pin. His intention was to go get the tractor and pull the trailer into the pasture. The trailer went rolling down the hill right in front of the fertilizer truck.
When I saw the mess, I called dispatch again and told my wife that there was a fertilizer truck and trailer involved, to call Mitchell at the Coop, and see if he could come out and help. After all, it was his trailer and may have been his truck.
In a minute, my wife called me back on the radio and asked if it was a fertilizer truck or a fertilizer trailer.
I said "YES". At this point I was checking patients and the truck driver was having back spasms, probably from puckering too much, and didn't quite comprehend the point of her question.
In her most condescending and frustrated voice she could muster, and she was pretty good at both, my wife said "Well which one is it?"
I didn't realize just how aggravated she was until I got home that evening.
James
JaRo, post: 446701, member: 292 wrote: In her most condescending and frustrated voice she could muster, and she was pretty good at both, my wife said "Well which one is it?"
I didn't realize just how aggravated she was until I got home that evening.
yep. Honey just got done putting all the cleaning stuff back under the sink, and she'll probably need a shower to get all that smelly dishwater off her.
It's a lot easier to shut up and ask for help than - after having to disassemble the entire sink trap and clean it - try to explain for the tenth time that you can't pour an entire pot of rice down the garbage disposal.
