The other day I pointed out some glaring flaw in farm operations.
“Old guys rule!” I said. “You see that? Old guys would never do something quite that stupid.”
Mary nodded, and agreed.
But then — not 30 minutes later — I saw a really scary looking dude walking in the stream bed. I couldn’t decide if he was dangerous or just deranged. To be safe, I concluded he was both.
He was wearing an “Old Guys Rule” t-shirt.
