I had paused on my way home from work for a pork tenderloin sandwich at Dave & Jacquie's in Defiance, MO - a small-town pub that knows a thing or two about pork tenderloin sandwiches - when I overheard the following confession, related in a loud voice by someone in the bar-room:
"The last time I rode a horse, I almost got killed."
"You don't say."
"It's true. The ornery thing threw me and kept right on going, with my foot caught in the stirrup - "
"That'll do for you, all right."
" - And I had just about given myself up when the manager came out of the Wal-Mart and pulled the plug."
Then, more loudly, over the groans and laughter: "That there was a quarterhorse. And I asked for my quarter back!"