I've Never Liked Horses

When I was sixteen I worked as a general farmhand and landscaper on a rich person's farm. As rich people do, they owned some horses. I had the pleasure of mucking the stalls.

I could tell the horses didn't like me.

They would talk about me when they thought I was gone.

"You see that new guy," one chestnut-colored quarter horse named Sally said. "He seems weird. I didn't like the way he picked up my poop."

"Yeah, I don't like him either," a thoroughbred name Kevin Kline said. "He just kind of stared at me for a while, like he expected me to move or something. I miss Eddie. He knew how to muck a stall."

They both snorted in agreement.

And I just had to pretend I hadn't hear them.

It was awkward to say the least.

Well, anyway, my son is going to horse camp next week.

I hope he has a better time.