“Where’s the nearest railroad station?”

A stranger runs up to a farmhouse and pounds on the door.  A farmer answers.  “Where’s the nearest railroad station, and what time is the next train into the city?” he asks the farmer.  “Cut through my back hayfield yonder, and you ought to reach the crossroads station in time for the 5:40,” the farmer says. “But if my bull spots you, I reckon you’ll make the 5:15.”