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.
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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!
