The Pet Hair Dead Giveaway
So I'm at the post office this morning to mail a letter and behind me in line is this guy with a serious Texan cowboy accent. He says to me - and you'll have to imagine the drawl in your own heads as you read this, because it was truly severe - "What kinda dawg ya have miss?" My witty reply - "Huh?" And he says again, "What kinda dawg, or mebbe ya got a cat?" Well, I think I'm a fairly civil person, if not completely friendly (OK, I know I'm not that friendly. My epitaph will say something like 'easily annoyed'), but I can politely engage in conversation with strangers without difficulty. So I reply, "Well, I have one of each, and they're both just your average kind of dog and cat." Now, I could regale people for hours with tales of the animals, because they're very near to my heart, but their pedigrees weren't exactly sanctioned by the American Kennel Club. They just look like any regular cat and dog. But why does this guy want to know? "Why do you ask?" I say. He doesn't say much, just smiles and looks at my black wool coat, completely covered in pet hair. I gotta remember to use the lint roller before I head out in the morning.
posted by Maquinna @ 10:12 a.m.
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