Well, there's Bart...Bart is a rancher from the west side of the Big Muddy.
Bart was at one of his branch offices, this one more commonly know as the “No Dogs Allowed Inn” when a guy stormed in, sat down next to him, and said, “I want some of my money back on that load of steers I bought from you on Wednesday.”
Bart studied the guy a moment and asked, “Was the head count wrong or were some of them sick coming off the truck?”
“No,” the guy said.
Bart asked, “Are any of them blind, crippled, or locoed?”
Impatiently, the guy said, “NO – They’re healthy and doing fine.”
“Well then,” Bart said. “What’s the problem?”
Indignantly, the guy answered, “They’re telling me that some of them don’t have enough frame to gain well, the shrink should have been 3% instead of 2%, and the slide should have been higher on the deal.”
Bart sipped his drink and fired up a Marlboro, before responding, “You came out and looked at those steers. They were in a 40 acre trap and you saw every one of them. As for the shrink and slide, I always try to make the best deal for myself as I can because I assume the other guy is trying to do the same. Your signed contract is on my dashboard. If you’re going to be in the cattle business, you need to learn that just because you got out-traded, you weren’t cheated.”
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