Be afraid, be very afraid.
Hypnotic bovine aside, it was a most excellent shoe store and I bought THREE PAIRS of shoes there. If you know me, you know I am not a shoe-a-holic and I don't know if I have ever in my life bought three pairs of shoes all at the same time. Part of that stems from the difficulty I have finding shoes to fit my large feet.
Here is a shot of my friend Phyllis, at one with the bovine. The guy who owns the shoe store is also a big-time sports fan, which is why the freakish cow is also sporting a baseball cap!
"Step away from the udder, ma'am!"
If you would like to see some truly freakish cow attractions, visit:
http://www.roadsideamerica.com/set/cow.html
Intersesting, isn't it, how many of them are in Wisconsin? I clearly did not try hard enough to seek out freakish cow attractions on my trip through America's Dairyland.
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The way I've learned to deal with my cowaphobia is to think of them as carpaccio on the hoof. Rather like nervous public speakers who picture their audience naked, I picture the cow thinly sliced and dressed with slivers of garlic with a bit of olive oil and balsamic vinegar.
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