This is bull riding not a cowboy, but it's more visually interesting.
The Continuing Saga of My Attempt to Register My Car at the Mass RMV
When we last left off, I was about to be all set and register my car, but they didn't take credit or debit cards. Gott in Himmel knows why. The next chapter is about my diversion to the BOA:
III. Chapter 2
Commerical Break- I walk to BOA. There’s a big sidewalk sale going on in Quincy Center. Lots of junk being sold at stands. The street is closed off and decorated in squares with chalk. It’s pretty. A DJ is playing country music. As a result, I find myself singing “Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy” while standing in line to withdraw from the teller (because I can’t remember my new pin number). On my way back, I observe the lonely booth vendors who have no visitors. I feel bad and want to visit all of them, but I’ve a car to register. And I return.
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