The Farmer

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Morris Schwartz, an elderly man, is resting peacefully on the porch of his small hotel outside Boca when he sees a cloud of dust up the road. He walks out to see who could be approaching. Coming up the road he spots a farmer with a full covered wagon. The farmer pulls up to Schwartz and stops.

“Good afternoon,” says Schwartz.
“Good Afternoon,” says the farmer.
“Where you headed?” asks Schwartz.
“I’m headed into town,” replies the farmer.
“What do you have in the wagon?”
“Manure, eh? What do you do with it?”
“I spread it over the fruit.”
“Well,” says Schwartz, “you should come over here for lunch someday. We use sour cream.”