That reminds me of the poor little farmer who hauled his wheat to town with an old pickup and a small gravity bed wagon. When he got to the elevator, he noticed his scale ticket was awful light. He didn't have the door quite shut and dribbled wheat all the way from his farm below us, passed our place right into Sardinia. The wagon was empty. Dad and I felt sorry for the old man and when we got home, the chickens were in the road pecking at that wheat he'd lost. That's been over 50 years ago. Ed | 
Funniest thing at a grain elevator?
