It's the goons that work at Cowboys that make it laughable. Last summer I went down there the night before a Blue Rodeo concert to sell my tickets as my Dad came into town so I couldn't go. All of a sudden Mr. Big Cowboy comes to me and starts to swear at me and tells me I can't sell tickets there. I said to him''I can sell tickets wherever I want, I'm on a sidewalk, and if you bug me again I'll try sell your hat, but I don't need 50 cents that bad". He actually started to walk toward me in a threatening manner, but there was a cop there and he told the guy to leave me alone and that I could do whatever I want on the sidewalk. The guy gave me the bird. Really professional and gentlemanly. Big tough cowboy pickin on little 5'2 girl!
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