Stick Around I May Need Someone To Blame
Picture this: It's a crisp Minnesota morning, the kind where the coffee steams like a geyser and the frost on the ground crunches like nature's own potato chips. Glenn's hat empire was crumbling—fur flying everywhere, orders piling up like snowdrifts, and his "patented" dyeing process turning everything in sight a shade of "muskrat mauve." Glenn, ever the optimist, saunters into the office with his coffee mug that reads "World's Okayest Salesman" and declares, "Boys, this ain't a problem—it's an opportunity! We just need someone to blame it all on." Well, faster than you can say "barndominium blues," we whipped up that job posting. "Wanted: Scape Goat. Must be willing to shoulder responsibility for fur faux pas, dye disasters, and that one time the hats shrank in the wash. Perks include free hay, scenic views of Sherman Country, and the satisfaction of saving a human who's basically family. No experience necessary—blame-taking instinct a plus."
Wanted: Scape Goat
We slapped it on the local bulletin boards, Craigslist, and even Glenn's infamous "Blamstead Bargains" Facebook page (where he once tried to hawk "pre-loved" lawnmowers that were more rust than engine). Applications poured in like rain during a Midwest monsoon. There was Billy the Billy Goat from up in Wisconsin, who claimed he could chew through any problem (literally). Then came Nanny the Nanny Goat, promising to "kid" around while taking the heat. But the real showstopper? A fella dressed in a goat costume—turned out it was Glenn's cousin Earl, down on his luck after his "muskrat repellent" business went belly up (spoiler: it was just vinegar in a spray bottle). We interviewed 'em all in the break room, with Glenn moderating like he was hosting the Oscars for farm animals. "Can you handle being the fall guy?" he'd ask, twirling his mustache. "Baaah-d question," one replied. We were in stitches!
Blame It On the Hat? Nah, Build Something That Lasts Instead
In the end, we didn't hire a single hoofed hero—the whole fiasco lit a fire under Glenn, and he turned that hat hustle around quicker than you can say "fuzzy failure." But it got us thinking: Why blame when you can build? That's where Sherman Pole Buildings comes in, folks. If your venture's teetering on the edge (hat-related or otherwise), don't go hunting for scapegoats—opt for a pole building that's as steady as a rock in a riverbed. These bad boys go up fast, with deep-set posts that grip the ground like a handshake from your grandpa, shrugging off winds, snow, and whatever curveballs Mother Nature throws. Customize it for your workshop, garage, or even that dream barndominium where you can store your "genuine imitation" inventions away from prying eyes. And if pole's not your style? Go stick-built for that classic, no-fuss fortress. Layered walls that stand firm against the elements, insulation that laughs at the heat, and enough space to hide from your own mistakes. No scapegoats needed—just solid craftsmanship from the Sherman crew, who've been turning "oops" into "oohs" for decades.
The Moral of the Scape Goat Saga
Glenn still ribs me about that ad every time we grab a bite at the local greasy spoon. "Hey, if it works for goats, why not for hats?" he chuckles, spilling his coffee like it's an Olympic sport. Point is, in Sherman Country, we don't dwell on blame—we build on. Whether it's pole or stick, our structures are the real heroes, standing tall so you don't have to take the fall. Got a venture that's got your goat at your wits' end? Swing by Sherman Pole Buildings and let's turn that blame game into a fame game. Because why stick around for trouble when you can stick-build for triumph?