the I was, just tooling my way to court, doin my usual courtly doins and lo and beholt, there is a woman of venerable age toddlin out of her car, well, me being me, I offered some friendly gday to her, long story short , I helped her down the stairs, up the escalator and throught the Court to the tax office, You figure at 87 theyd leave you alone.
anyhow, i turned said elder stateswoman of cougars loose upon the Tax office and went up to save another unfortunate soul from hisself.
said papers delivered, i decide to find the spritley golden ager and see her to her car like a good ranchhand would do(as you do!) she carried on a little and I really enjoyed the company,
she said she would tell her daughter about me...
said daughter called up and asked to speak to my boss.
all this was unknown to me and my pardner in crime came and put her hand on my shoulder and with long face and grave face, told me that the court had called...
what did Ranch miss?
aformentioned granny had tolt her daughter bout me, and invited me to visit the business.
heres the quandary.
its a ahhhhhhhh.
naughty leather goods store for wimmin!
i thought to go dowm there and get My mama a mumu or ome such womanly gear.
Lucky Marcie my buddy told me it was a shop for when young bucks, and bucketts want to rodeo, and thats their package store.
no galpal to ride the range with
tryed to asked Marcy if her hubby would appreciate a festive leather set o chaps,, politely she declined.
still got to go face appreciative granny and daughter...
now if only she cougar only owned a liquer store...