Three farmers on their way to a 4H convention got lost on a lonely road off the Pennsylvania turnpike. Each of these farmers had only their farming in common. They were otherwise a Hindu, A Jew, and a Christian--probably Catholic.
Their car got a flat tire, and they were low on fuel, so they left it behind and searched for a place to stay for that night. They came upon a farmhouse, and the farmer answered the door. When told of their plight, the farmer told them there was room enough for two, but the third would have to sleep in the loft of the barn.
They spoke among themselves, and agreed that the Hindu would sleep out in the loft.
Moments later, there was a knock on the door, and the farmer answered. The Hindu stood outside, apologetic--he noticed a cow in the barn, and out of respect for the cow, he could not abide.
The Jew told the farmer the he would go out. With that settled, the farmer poured himself a bourbon and offered it to anyone else who drank bourbon.
Moments later, there was another knock on the door, and the farmer answered. There, on the stoop was an apologetic-looking Jew. He said that he did not know there were pigs in the barn, and pigs were considered unclean. He could not abide.
That left the Christian. He said not to worry, he would gladly sleep in the loft.
The farmer sipped his bourbon, satisfied--but wait...
Moments later there was yet another knock on the door. The farmer rolled his eyes, threw open the door.
There stood an apologetic-looking cow and two pigs.