I was riding down the interstate in Alabama yapping away on my cellphone when I see a huge white cow standing under one of the overpasses on the shoulder. I'm thinking, if that guy walks into the highway someone's a goner. I tell my friend I'll call back because I should at least tell the highway patrol that some farmers livestock has gotten out. So, I dial up the Alabama State Trooper's office and here is the conversation that transpired.
Me: "Yes, ma'am (cause I'm southern and have manners) I just passed a cow near the roadway and thought maybe you guys could let the owner know that they have some livestock loose."
Dispatch: "Where are you ma'am?"
Me: "Mile marker xx, traveling northbound, I passed it a few miles ago."
Dispatch: "Was it white and standing under the overpass?"
Me: "Yes ma'am."
Dispatch: "It's a not a cow, it's a goat."
Me: "Well, that's a mighty big goat."
Dispatch: "Yes it is and that's where it likes to rest. He's been there for 4 years and has never gotten into the roadway. He's actually behind a fence."
Me: "Okay then, bye."
