The Journey To HR, Part 86!

“I don’t recall there being a Herbie PEZ dispenser,” I said.

That whooshing sound.

I found myself surrounded by cows, horses, chickens, sheep and lots of folks wearing denim.

“Where am I now?” I asked nobody but myself.

Then it hit me.

Like a ton of bird droppings.

“SHEEP!” I screamed as I pointed.

A denim-clad lass came strolling over.

“You okay?” she asked.

“SHEEP!” I screamed again as I continued pointing.

She laughed.

“Is this your first rodeo?” she asked.

I grabbed her by her ponytail and marched her right over to a petting pen, filled with baby sheep.

Let’s call them “lambs”.

She kicked me in the shins with her pointy cowboy boots until I let go of her ponytail.

“Aren’t they cute?” she asked.

“Cute??!! CUTE??!! Don’t you see? Toddlers go in, BUT THEY DON’T COME OUT!” I said in an excitable voice.

So we watched.

Proud parents shoved their toddlers into the pen, had a beer and some barbecue and when they came back, no toddlers.

Just a bunch of grinning, red-faced lambs.

“Huh,” the lass said. “Never noticed that before.”

I could only nod.

“So, is this your first rodeo?” she asked again.

I chuckled and grabbed a corn stalk.

“What do you think?” I asked.

Then I put the end of the corn stalk into my mouth, just like a rodeo person would do.

It was so heavy that I fell forward and the corn stalk shot through the back of my neck.

I gagged and gurgled blood as I slowly slid down the stalk until I gently hit the ground.

“It WAS his first rodeo!” said the lass as the whooshing sound began again.