Thirty, forty years ago, something like that, I started getting phone calls from Doane asking me to do a farm survey. They'd ask you all kinds of questions, and if you passed muster, they'd send you a little gift, something worth maybe five or ten bucks. Anyway, I got tired of it, and asked them not to call me, but they kept it up. So, I decided to have a little fun, and I made them think they were talking to one of the biggest farmers in the country. They must have figured it out, because after a while they stopped calling.
Never been run off the road by a large combine headder?