The title of this post is what you will find posted up in a local coffee shop I like to frequent.

I was made to laugh internally as I remembered a time in my youth, of when I "TIPPED," a cow. Outwardly I expressed to the young woman who was serving me coffee of how I was certain anything that could bring me that much laughter was, "OK," for the cow.

She, the coffee clerk, was HORRIFIED, at the prospect.

To imagine that anyone would admit to have "TIPPED," a cow.

She goes on to seek to spoil my childhood memory, with ideas of inhumaine treatment of animals and how risking to break a helpless creatures ribs for my own pleasure is border line psycotic.

The line that silences all EPA regulators in training:

"WE ATE THE COW, AFTER WE TIPPED HER."

Giving room for my jokes, puns, and restored sanity to the conversation & context of the overall motif of why I was there laughing at the sign.

I left with a smile and she kept hers while saying good bye to a man she now formally knows as "COW TIPPER."

As I left with my coffee she asked me if I learned anything from the experiance;

INSINUATING: "Did I grow up and treat my animals better and not find pleasure in TIPPING them?"

Consindering she never would do a thing like that and she was so much younger than I; still innocent of the pleasures to be found in this world; I told her;

"Not to knock things until you try them; ~ But no I don't tipp cows anymore. Now I tipp niave people who laugh at ideas they never experiacned and are horrified of the prospect of having to consider."

I have begun to feel my age and how seperated my generation is from this present one.

It is a sad day when we can no longer laugh at the Tipping of Cows.