Everyone who knows me in reals knows that I am not human in the morning. It takes me a little while to think clearly and successfully quash the need to throw things at you.
We had to meet a friend on Sunday morning and it required a bit of travel. It's even more difficult to get your brain firing on all cylinders when you're in a vehicle for an hour.
While traveling through farm land, I noticed a lone Angus sleeping in a field. (Angus are the giant black cows) I think I noticed because usually cows are in gangs and he was alone.
Kevin off-handedly says "There's Big Dave."
With slowed synapses, I'm trying to figure out how in the world of Carmen San Diego Kevin knows that the cow's name is Dave. Let alone "Big Dave."
As I turned to ask him, I spot a cattle truck across the road. He was talking about one of his drivers.
I kind of laughed and said "I wondered how you knew the cow's name but it's one of your drivers."
"You just sit over there and look pretty." he says.
"And everyone knows that cow's name is Dave."
|If we're being honest, he does look like a Dave|