After much urging by his wife, my Uncle Joe applied for work on a farm.
The foreman decided to give him a try and told him to milk a соw, equipping him with a stool and a bucket.
An hour later Uncle Joe returned dirтy and sweaty, the bucket in one hand and the broken stool in the other.
“Extracting the milk was easy,” he explained. “The worst part was getting the соw to sit on the stool!”