When you get a bunch of old cowboys gathered for coffee and breakfast early in the morning, we sometimes have to make our own humor.
Often you are picking on the next ole guy slightly making fun of him, but yet doing it in a way that hopefully he doesn’t get mad and hit you. In most small towns you are lucky if you have one café, but right now we have seven—if you count the bar and the convenience store.
This morning at our restaurant a man ordered a pancake then he asked, “Do you have any syrup?” She said, “No we are out.” So all of us were throwing our two cents in.
We said, “Put honey on it.” One said, “Jelly” and another said, “Just drink more water to wash it down.” Then we called another guy across the street and said, “Can you bring us over some syrup?” Knowing the personality of the owner that was across the street we all got to laughing.
Well let’s just say that owner is spunky and that is a very nice way of saying it. But pretty soon the man eating across the street came over with one syrup and said, “She said ‘here’s your darn syrup.” Oh well it was good for a laugh. Then the following morning I texted the man across the street again that brought the one syrup and said, “You can just stay over there today we have a plenty of syrup.” You got to laugh and have fun.
This week the cattle auctions will be back in full swing after a week of complete shutdown with that bitter cold and snow.
We are getting closer to spring with this being the first week in February so it won’t be long. The other day I was weaning some calves and noticed a different colored ear tag. As I looked closer, it was my neighbor’s and read his name on it. That’s the reason I like ear tags. I also brand plus ear mark, so I have three identifications on them in case they lose the tag. It seems like a lot of work when processing, but pays off in the long run.
A man was killed by a shark attack on his honeymoon. They said he didn’t suffer long. They said he had only been married seven days.
I want your opinion—I thought this was a good line to say to a gal that I had just met. I told her that I was having a clothing sale and I asked her to come by. I said, “I promise all my clothes will be 100% off.”
Editor’s note: The views expressed here are the author’s own and do not represent the view of High Plains Journal. Jerry Nine, Woodward, Oklahoma, is a lifetime cattleman who grew up on his family’s ranch near Slapout, Oklahoma.
