What kinda horse you got?

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:   speechless

 

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 🙂

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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.