My dad is the first to admit, if you sit down next to him, you're fair game. So recently at the airport he and mom had a long layover and were siting in the food court killing time. A gentleman sits down next to dad. He's attired in full western wear: hat, boots, big belt buckle. Dad looks him up and down and says "I see you've got the hat and boots. Ever been on a horse?
Turns out the man was from Arizona, grew up on a ranch and was very familiar with horses. He and dad engaged in a long discussion of many horse related topics. If it had been me at the airport, most likely all I would have learned about him was that he liked to wear western clothes.
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