When I was a kid, my Dad was a feedlot cowboy. There are a lot of things about being a feedlot cowboy that, as a kid, I enjoyed. Getting to cut school to go ride with Dad was pretty high on the list. The downside, not so much for my Dad, but for others was the short employee life. There is a joke about feedlot cowboys and Saint Peter:
One day Peter was at the golden gate, checking names in the book. Making sure that everyone waiting in the line, was marked there. Finally it was this old man’s turn, as he stepped up to that big ol’ desk…this cowboy came loping by. He waived at Peter and just rode on through the gate. Peter waived back and then turned back to the book, back to checking names.
Waiting in lines has an effect on people that generally isn’t too pleasant. The ol’ man snapped, just a little. He said, “Why does that cowboy get to just ride on by and all the rest of us have to wait in line?”
Peter looked up, surprised. “Him, oh, he’s a feed lot cowboy”, then he looked down at the book again.
The ol’ man was still a little miffed, “what has that got to do with anything?”
Peter said, “Why stop him, he’s only going to be here 30 days anyway!”
Kind of a lame joke, but it’s a lot funnier if you’re a feedlot cowboy or a feedlot brat.
All that is a prelude to a story that has nothing to do with any of that! Just a chance for me to tell a lame joke! Read on!