I was in the Walmarts last week.
I have a love/hate with the Walmarts as much as the next guy but I just so happened to need deodorant, duct tape and green onions all in the same day. When I got to the check out line, there was a girl behind me who noticed my new riding boots. This is the exact conversation that followed. And THIS is why I love the fact that I live in Bean Station, TN. You couldn’t pay me money to live anywhere else.
Fellow Bean Stationer: “I like ’em boots. Is ’em ridin’ boots?”
Me: “Yes, they are, darlin’. I love them so much. I got them for my birthday.”
FBS: “Well, let me ast you su’um—–what kinda horse you got?”
Me (still speechless and pondering the ramifications of the conversation and then talking to myself): Um, actually I drive a Excursion and though it may seem like an oxymoron, I have riding boots and have never even considered owning a horse. I also have two pairs of cowboy boots and have never lassoed a steer. And then there are the aviator glasses with no airplane. You get the idea. My life is string of paradoxes. It seems I’m living a lie any which way you slice it. What’s this world coming to?
I know. You’re jealous.
And next time you snicker when you hear the name Bean Station, remember all the fun you’re missing with your high falutin’ life 🙂
And I’ll tell you all about it later but I’m headed to Blissdom in the morning! Yeeeeee-hawwwwww! Are you going? Save me a hug, would ya? I’ll be the one with the riding boots trying to find somewhere to tie off my stallion.