16 April 2012
True Story, Presented Without Further Comment
I was sitting in the backseat at the end my weekly Friday Target run, strapping the kid into his bucket seat, when my peripheral vision caught a tall, sandy-haired man passing slowly behind the car. As he went by, I noticed that he was wearing a cowboy hat, hand-painted cowboy boots, and riding a horse.
He clip-clopped lazily down the mostly empty row of cars through the parking lot, heading towards the frontage road to the freeway. I craned my neck to follow him, but lost sight of him as he turned the corner around Fuddruckers.
when we were younger, some of the girls would ride their horses into town and take them through the drive through at McD’s. They loved it when we did that.
Somehow he didn’t get the memo — they paved paradise and put up a parking lot. I guess he doesn’t follow Joni Mitchell’s Twitter feed.
… or maybe it’s a case of “I Guess the Lord Must Be at The Shops of CreekView Towne Centre.” Someone call the vice squad, toute de suite.
If Texas has horse parking at Target, I’m putting in for a transfer now. That’s really an awesome Texas moment!