Long ago, a stable owner named Hobson insisted that customers take the horse closest to the stable door so his best horses wouldn’t get worn out.
Some customers protested, but in the end, horses are horses, right?
If a horse caused problems, he sold it or slaughtered it for meat.
Things went well for many years, until he decided to sell the stable and retire.
For the rest of his life, Hobson spent his time whoring it up at the local brothel.
Whenever Hobson came by, they lined up by the door.
And he fucked whatever whore he wanted to.