Looking in obvious places

Yesterday was the day I went to see our tax preparer.

I used to do it but my financial affairs became more complicated and tax season filled me with dread. Mrs ERJ suggested that it would be money well-spent if we hired a professional.

I got out at 4:00 p.m. and there was still daylight. I decided to make a visit to my local farm supply store.

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The cashier was obviously new as she struggled while checking out the customer ahead of me. She was also quite young and didn't have that "farm girl" vibe. Every hair was in place. Perfect makeup. Professionally done nails. There is nothing wrong with that, just like there is nothing wrong with a row of zinnas, cleome or cosmos in a vegetable garden. She was cheerful and eager to help.

When it was my turn she noticed that I didn't have a cart.

"How can I help you?" she asked in a professional tone.

"I want to buy 20 bags of composted cow manure" I replied.

She started tapping on the keys of the register. That is when I noticed the nails because she was turning her finger so her nails did not touch the keys.

"Hmmm!" she said. "I can's seem to find them in the system. Are you sure we sell that?" she asked.

I assured her that I had parked the truck right next to a pallet load of them outside.

She tried  couple more queries but was not successful.

"I am new here" she informed me, something I had already deduced.

She picked up her radio and broadcast to her coworkers "I am having a problem up here. Where can I find cow poop?"

Quick as lightning, a male voice helpfully responded "Did you try looking behind a cow?" 

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I bought these bobbers and I expect them to thrill a young girl who I plan to take fishing.