I'm pretty sure I've mentioned before that I love it when the rodeo is in town.
Let's just say I'm partial to cowboys and leave it at that.
Early this morning as I was walking into work, a fairly large group of properly hatted and shod cowboys exited the door I was heading for. I think there were some women in the group, but they didn't really register with me...
My cowboy radar was working overtime, and I swiveled my head to follow their progress (the back view is usually at least as enticing as the front). Suddenly I became aware of a jingling noise.
Surely that wasn't...? They couldn't actually be wearing...? SPURS?!
Then I noticed a maintenance worker walking in the opposite direction with a huge bunch of keys clipped to his belt loop, the true source of the jingling sound.
So much for THAT fantasy.