A farmer walks into a bar and sees the local tractor salesman, John, sitting there looking miserable — head down, drink in hand.

“What’s the matter, John?” he asks.

John sighs, “Bob… if I don’t sell a tractor soon, I’m gonna have to shut down my shop.”

The farmer pats him on the back and says,
“Now John, things could always be worse.”

John frowns, “Worse? How could it be worse?”

Bob leans in and says:

“Well… you know my stubborn cow, Bessie?
I went to milk her this morning, and she kept flicking her tail in my face.

So I grabbed some rope and tied her tail to the rafter.
Then she kicked the bucket over!

So I tied one of her legs to the wall.
Then she kicked my stool out from under me!

But I was out of rope…
So I took off my belt and tied her other leg to the other side of the stall.

And wouldn’t you know it—
my pants fell down. 

And John,
if you can convince my wife that I was REALLY in there just to milk that cow…
I’ll buy a tractor from you!”