Don't be jealous of my wooden bumper.
After merging for over an hour looking through dirty windows I drove the tractor up to the shop to wash them. While I was hanging off the steps and draped over the hood of the tractor Farmer called me.
Farmer: “Hey, I need you to bring me some fuel. Check the tank and make sure there is enough. Just call me back when you get to the truck.”
Me: “Where is the truck?”
F: "Halfway down the driveway."
M: I dropped everything and dismounted the tractor hood with nary a broken bone and walked over to the truck. And then called Farmer.
F: “Can you see how full the tank is?”
M: “Yep, ¾ full.”
F: “K Bring it out to the field for me. Drive careful. There are no blinkers.”
M: “OK, but I have to run home and go pee first.”
F: “Can’t you just pee behind the truck?”
M: This is where I would have slammed the phone down if the option was available. With the cell phones it’s so unrewarding to hang up on someone.
After the bladder was emptied and I was on the way with the truck I was concentrating on staying below the speed limit. I’ve watched enough Live PD to know that you can be pulled over for any small thing and going 10 miles over the speed limit would probably qualify. Having no working blinkers, a wooden bumper and no driver’s license I was trying to be the perfect citizen.
I made it to the other farm with no problem.
Farmer's best side.
Once I parked it and Farmer was fueling the tractor I realized the plate on the truck was missing.
M: “No license plate?”
F: “Yes, there are 2 up on the dash. If you get stopped show them one and if they don’t like it, you have another one to try.”
M: Blank stare
F: “Be careful going home, I was already stopped once, so they may be looking for you.”
You can see the silos on the main farm 2 miles north.
