An old East Texas farmer had a wife who nagged him unmercifully.
From
> > morning till night (and sometimes later), she was always
complaining
about
> > something. The only time he got any relief was when he was out
plowing
> > with his old mule. He tried to plow a lot.
> >
> > One day, when he was out plowing, his wife brought him lunch in
the
field.
> > He drove the old mule into the shade, sat down on a stump, and
began to
> > eat his lunch. Immediately, his wife began harassing him again.
> > Complain,
> > complain; nag, nag -- it just went on and on. All of a sudden, the
old
> > mule lashed out with both hind feet, caught her smack in the back
of
> > the
> > head. Killed her dead on the spot.
> >
> > At the funeral several days later, the minister noticed something
> > rather
> > odd. When a woman mourner would approach the old farmer, he would
> > listen
> > for a minute, then nod his head in agreement; but when a man
mourner
> > approached him, he would listen for a minute, then shake his head
in
> > disagreement. This was so consistent, the minister decided to ask
the
old
> > farmer about it.
> >
> > So after the funeral, the minister spoke to the old farmer, and
asked
> > him
> > why he nodded his head and agreed with the women, but always shook
his
> > head and disagreed with all the men.
> > The old farmer said, "Well, the women would come up and say
something
> > about how nice my wife looked, or how pretty her dress was, so I'd
nod
> > my
> > head in agreement."
> > "And what about the men?" the minister asked.
> > "Well," the farmer answered. "They wanted to know if the mule was
for
> > sale."
> >