Three out of four years our Ag Tax Program has been snowed out. we were supposed to have it on Tuesday February 1st but had to move to February 8th. The purpose of the program was to not rehash what they learn during appointments but to bring them up to date of what we see coming down the pike from Washington and cover other items that do not normally get covered during appointments. Oh yea... also to have some fun plus a free meal.
I was going to tell this joke but ran out of time. I thought you might enjoy.
Four old retired guys are walking down a street in Mesa, AZ. They turned a corner and see a sign that says, 'Old Timers Bar - all drinks 10 cents. They look at each other, and then go in, thinking this Is too good to be true.
The old bartender says in a voice that carries across the room, 'Come on in and let me pour one for you!
What'll it be, Gentlemen?
There seemed to be a fully-stocked bar, so each of the men ask for a martini. In
short order, the bartender Serves up four iced martinis. Shaken, not stirred,
and says, 'That'll be 10 cents each, please.
The four men stare at the bartender for a moment. Then look at each other they
can't believe their good luck.
They pay the 40 cents, finish their martinis, and order another round. Again,
four excellent martinis are produced with the bartender again saying, 'That's 40
cents, please.' They pay the 40 cents, but their curiosity is more than they can
stand.
They have each had two martinis and so far they've spent less than a dollar.
Finally one of the men says, 'How can you afford to serve martinis as good as
these for a dime a piece?'
'I'm a retired tailor from Boston,' the bartender said,' and I always wanted to
own a bar. Last year I hit the Lottery for $25 million and decided to open this
place. Every drink costs a dime - wine, liquor, beer, it's all the same.'
Wow!!!! That's quite a story,' says one of the men.
The four of them sipped at their martinis and couldn't help but notice seven
other people at the end of the bar who didn't have drinks in front of them, and
hadn't ordered anything the whole time they were there.
One man gestures at the seven at the end of the bar without drinks and asks the
bartender, 'What's with them?'
The bartender says, 'Oh, they're all old retired farmers from Nebraska, waiting
for happy hour when drinks are half price.'
