My assistant and I had walked into the cafe to grab a quick bite for lunch between calls. We sat down at a table next to a table with a bunch of farmers sitting around it. It wasn’t long before the farmer sitting nearest us, engaged us in conversation.
He asked all sorts of questions: “How long have you been in Practice Doc?” “Did you go to CSU?” “Are you willing to travel?” “How come the government is making it so I can’t buy antibiotics anymore?” “Have you got a card on you?” “Do you have any idea how hard it is to find a Vet willing to look at a cow?”
Soon lunch was over, and we said our goodbyes. We paid the bill, and walked out the door to get back in the truck.
That’s when it hit me. We didn’t know this guy or any of the farmers at the table. They’d been seated already when we walked in. I’d parked around the corner, so he hadn’t seen my truck. I looked at my assistant, and couldn’t see any identifying logos on his clothes. I pulled off my hat and looked at it, no identifying logos on it. “How did that guy even know that I’m a Vet?” I asked my assistant in confusion.
I looked at my left arm, and saw a little manure staining on my sleeve. “Do you think he could tell from my this stain on my shirt? That’s quite the deductive reasoning.”
“Nah.” My assistant replies. “He could probably just smell you.”
“Well if that’s the case, I think we’d better go back inside and leave our waitress a bigger tip.”
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