Its value keeps shrinking, but you can still have some fun with it.
A cowboy rode into a small town in Oklahoma and stopped at a saloon for a beer. What he didn’t know was that the locals had a habit of playing pranks on strangers. When he finished his beer and went outside, he found that his horse had been stolen.
He went back into the saloon, flipped his gun into the air, caught it above his head, fired a shot into the ceiling, and yelled, “Which one of you sidewinders stole my horse?”
No one answered.
“All right, I’m gonna have another beer,” said the cowboy. “If my horse ain’t back outside by the time I finish, I’m gonna do what I done in Texas! And I don’t like to have to do what I done in Texas!”
The cowboy had another beer, and when he went outside, his horse had been returned to the post. He saddled up and got ready to ride out of town.
The saloon keeper came outside and said, “Say, pardner, before you go — what happened in Texas?”
The cowboy said, “I had to walk home.”