You Know You're in Elsinore If...

You are driving with your mom on your way to your sister's house and you see this: 

You think it's really funny so you slow way down and take a picture through the windshield of your car.  You laugh as these horses start calmly walking in the opposite direction you are heading (toward where they live).

Then you turn the corner from Center Street onto Main Street and see these horses (who have since cut through someone's backyard and completely changed direction) on a dead run heading straight toward the passenger window your mom has rolled down.

You slam on your breaks thinking, maybe if I'm not moving the horses will have a better chance of not hitting me.  You lean to your left and brace yourself for the impact.  You hear the hooves sliding on the pavement trying to turn and not hit your car.  Your mom sees the whites of their eyes.  Strangely you notice a guy you grew up with working in his yard just in front of you with his mouth wide open.  And by some miracle, the horses turn in time.  Literally inches from your car.  And you laugh because you just dodged two giant bullets.  You somehow have the thought to take another picture because no one but your mom and the guy in the front yard are going to believe this.

And they happily trot away down main street.