So I got an "F" in Farmer Talk

So one of the amazing things that I've noticed being out here in the country, is Farmer Talk.  Schwoo!  Guys are bigger gossipers than women!  And that whole "men use fewer words during the day than women" I don't buy that at all.  Maybe they should visit a local cafe during coffee hour and count the words farmers say.  I've tried to analyze it too, and it just doesn't add up in my logical brain. 

For example, let's use laundry as a synonym for a flat tire, broken sickle, busted bale, etc and compare women to men.  Well see I have this pile of laundry.  Yep, I saw that Maybelle had some too.  Course you know she has that new washer, so maybe well you know she might get too it quicker.  Well, I don't know my pile's kinda big, there's coloreds and whites and towels too.  This job is not getting started before I have my coffee, let's head up to the cafe and see if Maude is up there talking about her laundry.  *Two hours transpired at the cafe, because not only was Maude there, but so was Olive and Claire Anne and they had to talk about their laundry too.*  Meanwhile back at the ranch, I looked at that pile of laundry and well, decided maybe I just ought to go ahead and sort it.  Course Ellen Jane, my good friend in the county over, called as I was sorting, and don't you know I had to talk to her about her laundry foibles over in Tucker county.  So this laundry sorting and starting took a good 3-4 hours from beginning to end.

SCHWOO!  What if women really talked like that?  Nothing would get done!  If there's laundry to be done, do it.  If that tire's flat, fix it.  There is no amount of yackin your trap that will make that tire/sickle/whatever better.  Its actually doing something.  J just laughs, he can tell when I'm just like, I gotta go, you and your seed guy/friend/whatever can keep yacking, but I'm outta here.  Why, because this girl got an "F" in farmer talk and can not BS when there's stuff to be done.