Waiting to be picked

The story of the entrepreneur and the barn mom

I love helping out at the barn where my daughter rides.

I get to give the horses hay.

I get to feed them.

And at times?

I even get to go into the paddocks with them.

Another parent noticed this and asked:

Why are you doing this? The rules state that we are not supposed to go in the paddocks with the horses.

This required a bit of an explanation. 

During the last lockdown, there was another rule: No one is allowed in the viewing room. Parents were not allowed by virtue of this to watch their children ride. 

One morning, while passing through the viewing room en route to the washroom, I noticed how dirty the floor was. On the way out, with no one around, I picked up a broom and swept. 

Now typically this would be a ten minute job.

Given that it had been over a month since I watched my daughter ride, I decided to be thorough. I stretched things out for over a half an hour.

My payment for a job well done? I had the chance to watch my daughter ride.

The barn owner noticed what I was doing. Not only did…