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| - We're leaving the airport in our rental car, and we're about to turn right on Las Vegas Blvd. And my friend gets really excited at the sight of "Boot Barn." I smile, agree that we'll stop by if we have time on Sunday before our flight...
And then Sunday comes, and we do have time, and we end up there, and I'm totally impressed. I suddenly feel like I NEED a cowboy hat more than anything. (I'm not exactly someone who has any reason to own one- trust me.) I also want cowboy boots. And a big belt buckle. Something about the store really makes me want to buy everything.
And the guy working there was SO helpful. He told us about various hats, and how to take care of them, and when my friend picked one out he said, "That there is a beer drinkin' hat." She was pleased.
My other friend mentioned that her father's hat size was a certain size, and said attendant asked if her father was Stewie Griffin, or was featured in the Macy's Parade, because that was an unreal head size. He was pretty hilarious.
I didn't buy a cowboy hat. But I really really wanted one. And it was a great way to kill some time before our flights.
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