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It was around noon the other day—the sun was shining, it was warm, and I was just going through my normal day of catering sandwiches and fruit. When suddenly, in the corner of my eye, I saw a black man wearing a cowboy hat and western clothing. He was riding a horse down the center of 18th Street going north towards Market. He then impatiently stopped at the light, trying to keep the horse calm. The loud sirens and taxies beeping didn’t help.
What made it funnier was watching everyone’s reaction. It was lunch time, so everyone was out. People started pointing, and for a moment you couldn’t hear any voices. Then the light turned green, and the man yelled “HE YA!” and then rode off across Market unbelievably fast. And then he was gone, and the people were just left with wonder, hope, and their dreams.