Strange things afoot at the Circle "S". Ken and I were waiting in line for an after-lunch Starbucks when we looked down and noticed spurs. It's not every day you see a chick wearing spurs, much less in Starbucks. Although, if I was in charge of life's central casting/wardrobe, it would have been a really hot chick in a short plaid skirt and the boots wouldn't be caked in horse crap. And she might have turned to me and said how hot she thinks fat, old, bald dudes are. Instead, she was kinda butch and (thankfully) didn't turn around to talk to me. I'm pretty sure she could have kicked my ass, with or without spurs.
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