Such as:
- Advantage: everyone knows each other by name, face and the car they drive
- Quirk: you could be driving down the road when suddenly a CRAZY HORSE comes galloping out unannounced right in front of you
No kidding.
Disclaimer: Around here, it's not quite as common to see a loose horse as it is to watch as a herd of cows create massive rush-hour traffic down main street. That's really fun. We call it our semi-annual "parade".
But, seriously.
Someone's crazy horse got lose today and decided to take me on. It came barreling out of the field and then halted just steps in front of my truck. The poor horse looked as beat up as my truck. (It's obviously seen better days.) His crazy-wild eyes and nappily braided tail beckoned a challenge between itself and my 20-year-old barely-running, rusted Ford F150.
Either that or it wanted to eat me up. Horses are hard to read that way...
My initial thought was "Aha! Go ahead. Plow into me! Take on this old truck! I hate this old beater anyway, with it's door you can only open from the outside and the radio that comes on when you don't want it to and the bottom ribcage (or whatever that is) that is falling to pieces.. ." I thought many other bad things about my truck...but then came back to the realization that the horse was still staring at me and that felt awkward.
So, I looked up, ready to meet it's challenge...but then it ran away. Just as fast as it came.
Whoa.
It was probably ok. I wasn't really in the mood to have the horse attack me anyway nor did I actually have my seat belt on at the moment (which would've been bad had it tried to tip over "old-beater" or something).
BUT, it makes a good story AND it really, really happened.
No kidding.
P.S. Should I be mortally offended that the horse stared at my mug for a such a long time and then high-tailed it and ran away as fast as it could? I mean, I know I hadn't showered or brushed my hair or even changed out of my pajamas or anything, but....just sayin'...
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