LoboGunLeather
US Veteran
As the story goes, an old-time cowboy from Colorado had to make a trip to New York City for an important business meeting. Drove his pick-up to the airport in Denver, left the truck in the long-term parking area, got on a plane non-stop to LaGuardia Field, just outside of New York City.
Found what they call a "taxi stand" outside the terminal, where taxis line up for the next customer. Waited in line for a while, then a shiny taxi pulled up for him. Cab driver jumped out, looked the old cowboy up and down. Then:
Cab driver: Where in the world are you from, sir?
Cowboy: Well I'm from Colorado, son.
Cab driver: What in the world is that thing on your head?
Cowboy: Son, that's a Stetson hat. Fine piece of equipment. Keeps your head cool in the summer, keeps your head warm in the winter, keeps the sun out of your eyes, keeps the snow off the back of your neck. You might ought to try one, you might like it.
Cab driver: What's that thing on your belt?
Cowboy: Son, that is a Professional Rodeo Cowboys Association award buckle, All Around Cowboy at the National Finals in 1962.
Cab driver: What are those things on your legs?
Cowboy: Son, them are chaps. Genuine leather, hand-tooled, custom made for me down in Mexico. About the only thing that'll keep your legs from gettin' ripped to shreds when you're riding your horse in the high country in Colorado.
Cab driver: So, what are those things on your feet?
Cowboy (grinning while he said it): Son, them are tennis shoes. I didn't want to come all the way out here to the big city and have all you old boys thinking I might be a truck driver.
Could be a true story. I told that one at a Colorado truck stop restaurant once, about 3:00AM after the local bars closed, maybe 35 years ago now. Somehow I managed to survive, probably because the cowboys and the truck drivers were beating up on each other more than chasing me out of the parking lot.
Found what they call a "taxi stand" outside the terminal, where taxis line up for the next customer. Waited in line for a while, then a shiny taxi pulled up for him. Cab driver jumped out, looked the old cowboy up and down. Then:
Cab driver: Where in the world are you from, sir?
Cowboy: Well I'm from Colorado, son.
Cab driver: What in the world is that thing on your head?
Cowboy: Son, that's a Stetson hat. Fine piece of equipment. Keeps your head cool in the summer, keeps your head warm in the winter, keeps the sun out of your eyes, keeps the snow off the back of your neck. You might ought to try one, you might like it.
Cab driver: What's that thing on your belt?
Cowboy: Son, that is a Professional Rodeo Cowboys Association award buckle, All Around Cowboy at the National Finals in 1962.
Cab driver: What are those things on your legs?
Cowboy: Son, them are chaps. Genuine leather, hand-tooled, custom made for me down in Mexico. About the only thing that'll keep your legs from gettin' ripped to shreds when you're riding your horse in the high country in Colorado.
Cab driver: So, what are those things on your feet?
Cowboy (grinning while he said it): Son, them are tennis shoes. I didn't want to come all the way out here to the big city and have all you old boys thinking I might be a truck driver.
Could be a true story. I told that one at a Colorado truck stop restaurant once, about 3:00AM after the local bars closed, maybe 35 years ago now. Somehow I managed to survive, probably because the cowboys and the truck drivers were beating up on each other more than chasing me out of the parking lot.
