I was visiting an old friend last week. He sold everything to become a farmer and since that time he's had it rough. I drove out to the farm and there's this old ramshackle farmhouse, barn about ready to fall in, and a huge unpainted chicken house.
We sat in his living room and were having a nice visit when his wife who is a real beauty called through the kitchen door, "Supper time, come to the table."
We sat down around the kitchen table and there in the center was a big pot of green beans and nothing else. She took a big spoon and placed a single serving of green beans on my plate, her husbands, and finally herself. About the time we'd all polished off those few green beans she picked up the pot and said, "Supper's over."
I thought to myself, "Man, times must be tough on the farm."
We sat around and talked the rest of the evening. Soon it got to be bedtime.
My buddy said, "We don't have a guest room. Hope you don't mind bunking with us." What could I say? So there we were all trying to sleep in the same bed. Me on one side, my buddy's wife on the other, and him snoring in the center. About midnight some kind of critter got after my buddy's chickens, so he jumped out of bed as quietly as possible, slipped on his pants and went outto check on his chickens. About that time his wife reached over, nudged me, and whispered, "Now's your chance."
So I got up and ate the rest of the green beans.
