I was walkin' through the show barn at
the Stock Show. As I passed two fellers sittin' 'round a tack box, I
heard the words, "Well, to be honest…"
I froze in my tracks! It's been my
experience that anything preceded by those four words usually turns out
to be a windy conglomeration of half-truths, excuses, sales pitches and
exaggerated claims bound to make even the most gullible sucker have
second thoughts.
"Well, to be honest, the guy I bought
her from said she'd settled every time that he bred her. So I think my
A.I. man must have a faulty tank."
"Well, to be honest," said the horse trader, "I've never seen him limp like that. It must be the humidity."
"Well, to be honest," said the
purebred man to the show superintendent, "I've noticed that
discoloration on her belly myself, and occasionally her calves have a
white tail, but two years ago they built a nuclear power plant down the
road from the farm. Shoot, even my Labrador bitch has spotted pups!'
"Well, to be honest, I'd never
thought of sellin' this bull. His weight per day of age was tops in my
herd and I've been offered $50,000 for him…but if you're really
interested…"
"Well, to be honest," said the
fieldman to the breeder, "I'd like to help you put on your sale but I'm
booked that day. When is it?"
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