So I'm sittin' here, my own business, when Mrs Chief comes up behind me and smacks me on the head with a fryin' pan. "What they hey??"" "I found this note in your pocket," she says. "Betty Sue." "That's the name of a horse!" I says. "Remember I went to the track last week?" "Oh. Sorry." Not half an hour later, Smack! Again with the fryin' pan to the head. "Your horse called."