One Saturday afternoon I was in the milk room hooking up for the evening milking when I heard something drive up. I didn’t stop what I was doing I just figured it was one of those old boys that came by to visit every once in a while. After a few minutes there was a knock on the door and right then I knew that it was somebody that we didn’t know.
I was trying to get started on time that evening so I just hollered, “Come in” and didn’t stop what I was doing. The door opened a crack and this feller wearing a big, black cowboy hat stuck his head in the door, “Is it all right if I come in?”
“Come on in.”
He stepped through the door and just stood there looking around. I reckon he had never been in the milk room of a dairy before. Trying not to sound impatient or impolite I asked, “What can I do for you, you lost?”
“They’re all for sale.”
He stood there for a second and then he asked, “Can we go look at them?”
“No. You can go look. I’m busy. Pick out what you want and then we can talk.”
Well he was gone about 15 minutes and when he came back and stuck his head in the door, I said, louder than I should have, “Don’t come in here with mud on your boots.” And then I walked out to talk to him about calf buying.
He had picked out 6 calves. I put a price on them that was more than I knew they would bring at the sale barn. I wasn’t trying to cheat this old boy or anything of the sort, I guess you can say I was taking advantage of an opportunity. He was one of those guys that had one of those high dollar plant jobs and wanted to be a cowboy on the weekends.
I told him that I would, but understand if anything should happen to any one of those calves that week to remember they belong to him. But I would feed them for one week for him for no cost. With the price I had put on those calves my conscience would not let me do otherwise. We shook hands and he climbed in his big shiny pickup and drove off and I went to get started milking.
The next day being Sunday we didn’t do anything but milk and feed stock unless it was hay season or some calamity had arisen. Anyway, I was in the milk room that afternoon and a car drove up and stopped where I could see it out of one of the windows behind the milk tanks. The guy from the calf deal yesterday was driving and sitting next to him was a lady who had turned in the seat facing him and she was giving him what for. This old boy was in a heap of hurt, just sitting there looking at his lap, shaking his head up and down in agreement with whatever it was she was saying. In a little bit I heard that car door slam and then the knock on the door.
“Come in.” I knew how this was going to go before it started, that old boy came through the door looking like a chicken killing dog. He didn’t want to look at me but finally he looked up and said kind of quiet like, “Can we talk?”
“You think it would be possible to call off that deal and get my check back?”
So when he asked me for his check back I could not add to his misery. But I did ask, “You decided you didn’t want them?”
“Well, I really don’t need them right now.”
“I’ll give you your check back, and if you think you want or need any of these calves we have for sale just come by.”
I never saw him again.