I was out on the streets of San Francisco on Black Friday.
I know. I know. I must have been crazy.
But I wanted an experience.
I’ve never seen so many hordes in one place, except maybe at a ballgame, but then that’s expected.
This wasn’t normal.
I was in the center of town where all the department stores were.
Wave upon wave of humanity came up the streets, speaking different languages, all with one intent – to pounce on the deals.
I noticed many policemen, too. Most were on foot, a few were in patrol cars, and then two showed up on horseback.
The horses were enormous, well groomed and kept.
They walked up the hill where I stood and stopped at a red light.
The tourists leaned over the curb and snapped a million pictures.
Not to be outdone, I stepped into the street and took some close-ups.
The horses posed for me.
One even smiled.
How did those cops manage that?
Calvin says, “They’d get special treats for showing their teeth. Works every time.”