Over the weekend, I was browsing through a new discount book store (buying used/discount books is the only way I can afford to keep up my habit and still feed and shelter myself).
As I was digging through the bins, I heard a strange *Ting! Ting! Ting!*
Why am I suddenly picturing Clint Eastwood in a poncho? I wondered.
Then it hit me: Oh, Lawdy! Someone is wearing spurs in a suburban book store!
Of course, I had to seek him out.
The dude was wearing a camo trucker hat, a tight black T-shirt, wranglers, boots, and spurs.
Really, dude? Ya ride your horse to the mall?
I contemplated snapping a photo, but he didn't look too friendly. I didn't think it was worth dying for.
But it was sad, sad, sad.
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