Bonnie ZoBell

To impress him, the cowgirl ordered a high-class egg salad, one with multi-colored, cellophane-tassled toothpicks pinning the whole wheat to itself, a handsome triangle of watermelon between the halves, enhancing the presentation. She'd have preferred a 16 oz rack of baby back ribs, blackened, savory carcinogens melting in her mouth, but she wanted her date to know she was a sensitive girl despite riding bulls for a living. Unfortunately, on her second bite, she broke her tooth on an eggshell, and shouted like a cowhand through the whole damn place.