Why I love old people

Why I love old people

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A farmer stopped by the local mechanic shop to have his truck fixed. They
couldn't do it while he waited, so he said he didn't live far and would just
walk home.

On the way home he stopped at the hardware store and bought a bucket and a
gallon of paint. He then sto pped b y the feed store and picked up a couple
of chickens and a goose. However, struggling outside the store he now had
a problem - how to carry his entire purchases home.

While he was scratching his head he was approached by a little old lady
who told him she was lost. She asked, "Can you tell me how to get to 1603
Mockingbird Lane ?" The farmer said, "Well, as a matter of fact, my farm is
very close to that house I would walk you there but I can't carry this lot."


The old lady suggested, "Why don't you put the can of paint in the bucket.
Carry the bucke t in one hand, put a chicken under each arm and carry the
goose in your other hand?"

"Why thank you very much," he said and proceeded to walk the old girl
home. On the way he says "Let's ta ke my short cut and go down this alley.
We'll be there in no time."

The little old lady looked him over cautiously then said, I am a lonely
widow without a husband to de fend m e. How do I know that when we get in the
alley you won't hold me up against the wall, pull up my skirt, and have
'your way' with me?"

The farmer said, "Holy smokes lady! I'm carrying a bucket, a gallon of
paint, two chickens, and a goose. How in the world could I possibly hold you
up against the wall and do that?"

The old lady replied, "Set the goose down, cover him with the bucket, put
the paint on top of the bucket, and I'll hold the chickens!