Jim and Sally were deeply and desperately in love, so with the wisdom of youth, they decided to forego the formalities of a traditional ceremony to simply and secretly elope. Their plan was the soul of simplicity: they would drive to a nearby town, find a Justice of the Peace and by nightfall would be man and wife. As they drew near a small municipality, they saw an older man on a tractor, cutting the grass and weeds on the shoulder of the road. Jim slowed down, Sally rolled down her window and they asked if the town boasted a JP. "Yep." Was the reply.
"Where is the office?" Jim enquired.
"On the right as you come to the town square. Can't miss it." The old fellow informed them.
The eager couple thanked him and sped off. When they came to the town. They immediately located the office of the JP. Entering, they found a clerk who helpfully told them that the JP was not in, but should be returning soon. They found chairs and waited rather impatiently for the magistrate. After what seemed to the couple to be an inordinate wait, the door opened and a freshly showered gentleman appeared. Jim said, "Say, aren't you the fellow who was driving the tractor?"
"Yep, that's me," the dignitary informed them, "The mower, the marryer"
