Monday, July 30, 2012
Urban Cowboy
The door swung open, and
there stood a man, but this was no ordinary man. Dressed in his finest cowboy boots, blue jeans, oversized
belt buckle, tasselled shirt, and black cowboy hat, it was clear to all that he
meant business. Everyone stopped
dead in their tracks, all eyes turned in his direction, and he knew it. There was a long pause, and an eerie
silence, as us city-folk aren't used to seeing his kind around these parts. As if to say “Howdy”, he
gave a quick tip of his hat, then proceeded to enter the building. Ka-chink… ka-chink… ka-chink, his spurs
rattled with each step as he moseyed on up to the counter. “Ma’am” he said, “gimme two slices of
your finest pepperoni pizza, to go”.
Without saying a word, and seemingly trying to avoid making eye contact, she went right to work. He massaged and
shaped his moustache while he waited. Everyone
else remained quiet, frozen in place, not sure what to make of this urban
cowboy. Upon being handed the
brown paper bag containing his two slices, he nodded his head, and said “Why
thank-ya ma’am”, before turning around and making his way to the door. Ka-chink… ka-chink… ka-chink…, he
opened the door and turned around to face me and the other patrons. “Y’all have a nice day”, he said, tipping
his hat once more, before stepping through, and allowing the door to close behind him. We watched as he walked across the parking lot, opened his
car door, and drove off in his blue Ford Taurus. As the room slowly returned to normal, and people went back
to eating their lunch, I overheard others asking one another “Did that really
just happen?” I sat alone, shaking
my head, asking myself… “Why do I keep coming back to this Pizza Pizza?” I know I've said it before, but I seriously need to start packing a
lunch.
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in burlington? downtown we have the yelling cowboy. but i don't think he can get a drivers licence.
ReplyDeleteI'm thinking he was just passing through. He didn't look or sound "local".
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