So I was getting my hair cut. It needed it.
I go to my neighborhood barber shop (7 bucks, can’t beat it) and take gonzomax along because he needed his locks trimmed. The guy cutting my hair is pretty silent until another worker asks about work on a farm.
Guy: “So, you’ve got cows?”
Old Timer 1: “Yeah we had cows! We had to milk 'em!”
Old Timer 2: “We had to milk the cows two…sometimes three times a day!”
Guy: "How do you know?
OT2: “They tell you.”
Me: “What, they’ve got a more urgent moo or something?”
OT1: “Nah, they get full, then it just comes out. You can tell. Milk that hits the floor means money’s being wasted.”
Guy: “So If I retired and ran a farm, I’d be working harder.”
OT1: “Hell yeah you would! Why, we had to wake up at 5 in the morning and work all damn day for these stupid cows!”
OT2: “You city slickers don’t know what life is like on a farm!”
Guy: “So, what kind of cows are there? How much is a cow?”
OT1: "Well you got your Jerseys and your Holsteins…
OT2: “…and holsteins are better. They give better milk. Sometimes 8 percent milkfat!”
So, silence ensues as Guy drinks in this new information muttering something about how that seems to be a lot for a cow.
Me: “So…um…when exactly DO the cows come home? When they need milking?”
More silence.
OT2: “Well, you just send the dog out to go and get 'em. Why, I had a dog once…wasn’t any good, though…only got two cows, so we shot it.”
(This comment is followed by much blinking on the part of me and dad as we realize what he just said"
OT1: “Yep, the dog’ll just run down there and get the cows and bring them back.”
So that was essentially it. Cows come home when they get a useless dog to bring them home (but only two of them). So I’m incredibly unsatisfied with this answer, thinking I was going to get some precious insight, but noooooooo.
Apparently we’re into shooting dogs.
So…um…when do they come home?