“See you next year!” a handsome grounds crew volunteer said, earning a place in Jill’s memory. He was a lot like the accidental boyfriend. Only, more articulate, and Canadian sounding. It was such a short ride!
He was so cute with those shades on, what did he look like without them? He made her laugh several times on the crazy gator ride to where her car was parked. She shouted at the parked maching, “I’ll take a ride”, in desperation after walking all the way to the stabling area in error. In the exhaustion of her departure, she'd trusted a complete stranger implicitly. "Ohmigod, I have hopped into a fast-moving machine with a complete stranger, where art thou taking me?" she smiled at him as he turned out onto Mulmur Township road at full speed. So fast her hat flew off, and he turned around and went to the top of the hill for a safe turnaround pickup. She didn’t know if it would be on his side or hers, but it was his.
He rides. He works for horse people. He’s bought and sold a few horses. He made her laugh, and’ she’d trusted him implicitly. Now they were careening down an unknown country road
She hadn’t learned much about him in those noisy 6 or so minutes, but the few facts at least stuck.
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The woman who ran an ad for small riders (ideally 12 yrs old, but 120 bs will do) for talented ponies with charming owners in Guelph.
So, did you take a fall and refuse to ride with the ambulance when it showed up for you? The stranger nodded, smiling. I heard about you then. When I took a fall and they refused to call an ambulance because they knew all about crazy Canadians that wouldn’t want to pay the extra fee.
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