Conversation last night between me and the barn manager while she was doing chores in the aisle and I was riding in the indoor.
Me: Ow! Hey, [BM], I just broke my nail on my saddle!
BM: Oh no! Wait, your fingernail or your saddle nail?
Me: My fingernail, it caught on the pommel while I was gathering rein.
BM: Oh, well then, get your damn hands out of your lap!
…she’s not wrong.