Yesterday we were looking for a brewery in Taos. While walking down the street with pass a guy with a neon green cowboy hat, a southwestern print poncho, running shoes with neon green laces and a track suit on under the poncho, carrying what looked like either a walking stick or a doweling rod. Figuring he lives there, my boyfriend stops him and asks him if he knows where the brewery is. “You’re going the wrong way, but this place right here is more legit. It’s more established. But don’t tell anyone at the ale house that I said that. I mean, don’t describe me or anything.”
I guess I’m blowing his cover but it was hilarious.