We Stopped In Downtown Corning To Get Pizza With My Grandparents Last Night. While They And My Sister

We stopped in downtown Corning to get pizza with my grandparents last night. While they and my sister were inside ordering, my mum and I were sitting on a bench near by and talking. While there was a lull in the conversation, this man walked by. I want to say he was about 5'8, stocky, and had an extremely stark farmers tan. He had dark, chin length hair that was pushed back, and a goatee. He wore a wide brimmed, leather cowboy hat, a t shirt with the sleeves and part of the sides cut off, loose jeans, and cowboy boots with spurs on them. The shirt had a whole paragraph about "the future of agriculture" on it. As he walked past us, his spurs a-janglin', he said in a surprisingly high and superior voice "It pays to be a military brat". Once he was out of earshot my mother proclaimed him "interesting," at the exact same time as I said "my husband".