A man owned a small ranch near San Antonio.
The Texas Department of Labor claimed he was not paying proper wages to his help and sent an agent out to interview him. "I need a list of your employees and how much you pay each of them," demanded the agent.
"Well," replied the rancher, "there's my farm hand, who's been with me for 3 years. I pay him $200 a week plus free room and board.
"Then there's the cook, who's been here for 18 months, and I pay her $150 per week plus free room and board.
"Then there's the half-wit. He works about 18 hours every day and does 90% of all the work around here. He makes about $10 per week, pays his own room and board, and I buy him a bottle of bourbon every Saturday night."
"Ah-HAH! That's the guy I want to talk to -- the half-wit!" said the agent.
"That would be me," replied the rancher.
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H/t to Warrior 25, who's also a half-wit for hanging around with the likes of V29, Baby-san, and me.
The Texas Department of Labor claimed he was not paying proper wages to his help and sent an agent out to interview him. "I need a list of your employees and how much you pay each of them," demanded the agent.
"Well," replied the rancher, "there's my farm hand, who's been with me for 3 years. I pay him $200 a week plus free room and board.
"Then there's the cook, who's been here for 18 months, and I pay her $150 per week plus free room and board.
"Then there's the half-wit. He works about 18 hours every day and does 90% of all the work around here. He makes about $10 per week, pays his own room and board, and I buy him a bottle of bourbon every Saturday night."
"Ah-HAH! That's the guy I want to talk to -- the half-wit!" said the agent.
"That would be me," replied the rancher.
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H/t to Warrior 25, who's also a half-wit for hanging around with the likes of V29, Baby-san, and me.
In a week or two, my buddy might be back with me too, who's in the reserve unit out of Belton. He's been in long enough to have probably worked on Jeeps himself.
Let me know, I'll do what I can!
(My dad manages a ranch. In the 18 years I can remember, I think he had a total of a full month of vacation time, not counting the 19 days he was unemployed. It's a calling, not a job! Or, as mom says: cows don't stop eating because it's Christmas.)