When I go to town, I often schedule coffee with the girls. It usually looks something like this:
Cowboys, men in general, don’t schedule these kinds of things, usually. So, when they run onto each other along a county road and want to gab a bit it looks like this:
I have to laugh because my husband often calls us gals a bunch of hens carrying on. Hmph, they do it, too. The only difference is they call it “working”.