Duuuuuuuhh . . . .
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Cashier was handing me back my change, which included some quarters.
"Oh, look, here's one from Wyoming (you know the 50-state commemorative series)!! Take a look!"
I look. There's a bucking bronco with its rider . . . , "Okaayy . . . ?"
"This area (Maple Valley, SE of Seattle) has lots of horsey people; do YOU know what kind of horse that is?"
(Looks closely, totally falling for it), "Er, no, not really."
"It's a QUARTER-horse!!!!"
"Oh, look, here's one from Wyoming (you know the 50-state commemorative series)!! Take a look!"
I look. There's a bucking bronco with its rider . . . , "Okaayy . . . ?"
"This area (Maple Valley, SE of Seattle) has lots of horsey people; do YOU know what kind of horse that is?"
(Looks closely, totally falling for it), "Er, no, not really."
"It's a QUARTER-horse!!!!"