Farmer H went to get a haircut Friday night. That's his story, and he's stickin' to it. Even though he has never gone in the evening for a haircut before. AND he came home an hour or so late, and told a tale he heard from A WOMAN at the barber shop. Seriously. Why would a WOMAN go to a barber shop? Methinks he is not a very good liar, showing little attention to detail. Or perhaps this is part of his spy training, to throw people off his scent.
Anyhoo...Farmer H told this story:
"This woman at the barber shop said people are already putting blankets on the bleachers at Hillmomba High, trying to save their seats for graduation!"
"That graduation is not until tomorrow night at 8:00. So they're going to have to camp out for 24 hours. Because NOBODY is going to honor a blanket left unattended on the bleachers. I don't blame them. There are never enough seats at that graduation. They have to park in town and get bused. They used to have it at the local junior college, but now there's not enough seating in their fieldhouse."
"I know, HM. But they're already saving seats!"
"It's first come, first served. Whoever gets there first gets the seat."
"I know. That's why it's not right. It's for whoever gets there first!"
"Those savers ARE there first! They're there now! Saving their seats."
"Well, it's not right. That's like cheating."
Less than an hour later, Farmer H asked what time The Pony's graduation was on Sunday.
"So we need to be there by at least 12:30. To get a good seat."
The gander has no concept of what's good for the goose, but a very opinionated idea of what's good for himself.