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Make Hay While The Sun Shines

| Romantic | June 9, 2015

(I am hanging out at the back of a barn owned by my friend’s family, waiting for said friend to show up so we can go out some place. Note, I am female, a lesbian, and have a self-admittedly deep obsession with puns.)

Friend: *walking up to me* “Hey.”

Me: *slightly absent-mindedly* “Hey.”

(Less than a second seems to pass, and a couple of my other friends appear and walk past.)

Both Friends: “Hey.”

Me: “Oh, hey…”

(I notice something seems up at this point; both of the other friends who just walked by usually never come around the area. Just then, the girl I have a crush on comes by, with a huge bale of hay under her arm.)

Crush: “Hay. And you there:” *pointing at me* “Hey, gorgeous. I’ve been wondering, do you wanna go on a date sometime?”

(I basically leapt out of my skin at this point. My crush was notorious for hating puns with a passion. It turned out that she and my three friends all devised this plan so that she could ask me out. We’ve been dating for two and a half years now!)

Horsing Around With The Possibilities

| Romantic | June 5, 2015

(My horse is old and I spend a lot of my time with him when I’m not working. My boyfriend often accompanies me because we have semi-conflicting schedules.)

Boyfriend: “You love that d*** horse more than me.”

Me: “So what?”

Boyfriend: “You should love me more! I can do things for you that he can’t!”

Me: “Like what?”

Boyfriend: “Open stuck jar lids, get things off the top shelf or off the top of the fridge, unlock and open the door with an arm-load of groceries. I have thumbs; the possibilities are endless.”

Welcome To The Cliché Farm

| Working | November 2, 2014

(I am 18, and have been hired by a local farm to help out for the summer. The terms of my contract aren’t clear, so my dad brings me in one day to sort it out. We’re in the office with my boss when one of my coworkers walks in.)

Coworker: “You wanted to see me?”

Boss: “Oh, yes. [My Name], [Dad], can you excuse us for a second?”

Dad: “Sure.”

(We walk out of the office; she closes the door. The next thing we hear is muffled shouting. My dad and I look at each other and crack up.)

Me: “I thought that only happened in the movies!”

Dad: “Yeah, so did I!”

Milking The Conversation

| Working | July 8, 2014

(I work at a dairy farm milking cows. Every milking, without fail, a conversation like this happens between us and one of the cows:)

Bertha: “Moo.”

Worker #1: “Hi, Bertha!”

Bertha: “Mooooo.”

Worker #2: “What’s the matter, girl?”

Bertha: “Mooo.”

Worker #1: “Are you hungry, Bertha?”

Bertha: “Mooooooooooo.”

Worker #2: “Be patient. We’re almost done.”

Bertha: “Mooo.”

(At this point, just as we are about to let her loose, Bertha always poops in the milking parlor.)

Both Workers: “Thanks, Bertha.”

Has Beef With You

| Right | March 13, 2014

(I own and operate a small ranch in Virginia. We sell all natural grass fed beef, all natural pork, and free range chickens. We also sell cheeses, eggs, and also have a few goats for milk and cheese, etc. A customer calls up wanting information about our operation.)

Me: “Hello, [Company Name]. This is [My Name], What can I do for you today?”

Caller: “Yes, are your cows vegetarian?”

Me: “Yes, ma’am, they are. We only feed them grass and hay. Hay is a type of grass so, yes, they eat no meat products at all. We use no antibiotics or hormones—”

Caller: “NO, NO, NO! Are your cows vegetarian!?”

Me: “Ma’am, I do not understand what you are asking me.”

Caller: “You farm people are all dumb! My daughter and her friends do not eat meat! They are vegan and we want to have steak for dinner! So now I’m going to ask you: are you cows vegetarian?”

Me: “Are you asking me if my steaks are not made from meat?”

Caller: “No, I know steak is made from meat! I want to know if your cows are vegetarian?!”

Me: “Ma’am, all cows are meat. Everything we take off them during butchering is meat. I am not sure, are you asking me for meat that isn’t meat?”

Caller: “Well, your advertising on your website says you are all natural. That is false advertising!”

Me: “I am not sure how. We keep our cows free from additives and—”

Caller: “Look, I’m not stupid. Before you turn cows into beef, what are they?”

Me: “Cows.”

Caller: “Exactly. So why can’t I get all natural cow instead of beef?”

Me: “Ma’am, I can’t sell you a live cow. I think you need to find another place to get your meat.”

Caller: “I will not be talked to like this! I want to talk to your manager!”

Me: “You are talking to the owner. I am sorry you think that an animal is not meat until after it dies, but I will not sell you a live cow to eat! I am also sorry you are too stupid to understand that this is a cattle ranch and we sell our own beef. Beef is meat, meat is not vegan. Please call another company that specializes in vegan food!”

(I hang up on her. Two weeks go by and she calls me back.)

Caller: “I talked to you a couple weeks ago and I just want to let you know that we bought steak from the farmer’s market at (location). We had a wonderful dinner!”

Me: “Oh, you were at the farmer’s market at [location]?”

Caller: “Yes, and the woman there sold us vegetarian cow! You know, cow for vegans! My daughter said she and her friends always eat steak from the woman that sells cow there.”

Me: “So your daughter is vegan, huh?”

Caller: “Well, yeah. She won’t eat chicken!”

(I gave up and I told her I would look into selling vegetarian ‘COW.’ I did not have the heart to tell her that she bought my meat. I am the only one allowed to sell at that particular market and my neighbor’s daughter works for me selling at that location. I also didn’t bother to go into her daughter not being vegan!)


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