Hoss drove over to the next county to buy a new bull for the farm. It cost more than expected, and he was left with only one dollar. This was a problem, since he needed to let his wife, Sue, know that he’d bought the bull so she could come get it with the truck—and telegrams cost a dollar per word. Hoss thought hard for a minute. Finally he said, “All right. Here’s my dollar. Go ahead and just make it this one word: Comfortable.”
“How’s that going to get your point across?” the clerk asked, scratching his head.
“Don’t worry,” Hoss said. “Sue’s not the greatest reader. She’ll say it real slow.”