on putting baby in the corner

and leading your way to incompetence

The barn manager challenged me. She likes doing that. Sometimes, I rise to the challenge. More frequently than not, I look like an incompetent idiot. It amuses her when I look like an incompetent idiot. It amuses me that I amuse her. As such, I’m quite willing to accept any challenge.

Are you still taking those damn ponies in one at a time? When are you going to grow up and lead them all in at once.

Though she didn’t say it, the next sentence of “that’s what I do” was clearly implied. I couldn’t imagine leading horses the way Sally does. She leads them in up to five at a time. She drives the golf cart or the Gator with three lead lines in one hand, two more with her other and steers with her thighs.

Damn she’s good. I wish I could kick as much ass as she does - my inner monologue at the thought of leading multiple horses at once.

Fine. I’ll do it, I replied. Sally’s eyes twinkled a little behind her glasses. I could see a faint smile appear on her face. Shit. I know what she’s thinking…