There are people among us who were raised in barns. They look normal, but do not let that fool you. They were raised in barns.
How do I know this? I loaned a book to a barn dweller. She returned it to me today with the front cover folded and creased and the back cover has a coffee cup stain. After I swooned with dismay, I promised my little book that I would never loan it to anyone again. I will take it home and as lovingly as possible try to correct the indignaties inflicted upon it.
I should have known. She is a Longhorn and had the complete and unmitigated gall to give me a Longhorn air freshner for my car.
It is keeping my garbage pail Longhorn fresh.