It’s No Cheaper

My kids got me an expensive, broad-brimmed sun hat for my birthday. Afraid it would blow away when the wind was up, I took it to a tack shop to have grommets put in. As I stood there enjoying the smell of the saddles, bridles, belts and other leather goods surrounding me, the proprietor brought back my hat, now with a leather string through the new grommets. When I asked him how much I owed, he said, “Nothing.” I protested, “Oh, but….” He cut me off. “No arguing. It’s not going to get any cheaper.” People like that make me love living in Texas!