A salesman was visiting every farm in his territory, peddling a new insect repellent that was several times more effective than anything else on the market, but wasn’t having much luck. Desperate to make a sale, he approached a dairy farm at milking time. He let himself into the barn and introduced himself to the farmer.
“Man, the flies in this barn are just horrendous, aren’t they? But I suppose that’s to be expected.”
“Yep,” the farmer agreed, “and they bite like hell, too. But nothin’ you can really do about ‘em. And all them insect sprays don’t really do nothin’.”
“Well, what if I told you our new spray is guaranteed to make getting bit from flies in a cow barn a thing of the past? And it’s been proven not to affect your cattle,” said the salesman.
“Huh, that’s a bunch of bullshit, and I know bullshit. Ain’t no way it’ll keep the flies around here from bitin’.”
“I’ll make a bet with you. You can tie me up, n@ked, in the middle of your cow pasture, right next to a pile of cow manure, leave me there overnight, spray me with this repellent, and if in the morning I don’t have any bite marks on me, you agree to buy a year’s supply! What do you say?”
Bemused, the farmer agrees, takes a wooden chair out to the pasture, waits for the salesman to str!p down and spray himself, and ties him securely to the chair.
The next morning, the farmer goes to check on the salesman, who is exhausted and about ready to pass out, but is otherwise completely free of any insect bites.
“Are you okay? Did you have some kind of reaction to your spray or somethin’?”
The weary salesman manages to speak up: “No, I’m fine, but doesn’t that damn calf have a mother?!?”