We eat our evening meal at the Wine Stop. It has a sticky entry door and with incessant rain, the wood door has sweat and is hard to push open.
The staff open the door for me to make it easier to get Terry and the wheel chair in. We walked by a couple sitting near the door. The man was wearing a cowboy hat. That is unusual in Missouri. Some time went by and the cowboy walked past me and back to his table. He was wearing cowboy boots. When he got back to his chair, I discerned his boots were wearing spurs. What! Did he just come from riding a horse? Wow. I also think he was wearing a buckle. A buckle usually means he won it in a horse sport. Oh my!
The time of the day came when the customers started coming in. Cowboy saw the door was difficult to open and he came to the rescue. Every time a customer came to the door, he opened the stubborn door. Wow, I thought. This is how a real cowboy acts.
Next the cowgirl made the same trip past me and returned. Oh my! She was wearing boots to and I thought I saw a flash of a buckle.
Boy Howdy, I’ve got a horse couple. I thought about going over and telling them about my horse life, but I decided not to be ridiculous.
Customers continued to come in and cowboy continued to open the door.
Terry and I were ready to leave and I decided to go to the cowboy table and tell the cowboy he was honoring the cowboy tradition.
So I did. Then I asked if both of them were wearing a buckle. Yes, they said. However, they both showed me just a plain flashy belt buckle, not a “silver prize buckle”. I asked if they had just come from a horse sport.
Oh, the woman said, “We just went and petted a horse and it was smelly.’
WHAT! These are not horse people! Smelly! Manure is not smelly. Good Lord! I have been fooled by complete non horse people!
SCREAM!