You don't see that every day

While driving home from work tonight, I saw something rather peculiar: a woman riding a horse through downtown. At 12:30 a.m.! What the hell? She was wearing uncomfortably short black shorts, a black tank top, black socks and shoes and a black scrunchy. And she had a passenger: a sickly looking little girl who can't have been older than 12.

I repeat: What the hell?