Out of their League

I'd driven past old man Tanner's front gate all month, shaking my head. His 1961 Massey Ferguson parked out by the blacktop with a "'For Sale" sign on it. Yesterday I ran into him at the feed store and said "Tanner, how on God's Green Earth do you expect to sell that thing? It's got no seat, the headlights are broken off, and the steering wheel is missing."

"Easy" he replied "it's perfect for anyone who's lost their ass, couldn't see what's right in front of them and has no idea which way to turn."

Kinda like, uh, I dunno, Congressional Republicans trying to deal with $3 per gallon gas.