You talking to me? Or the dog? 1
Posted on
November 03, 2011 by
Marna
This morning, I was in front of Camp Canine waiting for an attendant to take Dixie when an elderly black man strolled by with a very tricked-out shopping cart.
“Excuse me goddess,” he said. I turned and looked at him, the dog, then back to him. “Could you tell me what time it is?”
I smiled and told him it was 8:50 a.m. “Thank you. You and that cute dog have a blessed day,” he replied as he rolled away.
My dog makes me very happy, but being called a goddess does a girl good prior to going to work. I need to wear my nice ass jeans more often or hang out on skid row in order to get a decent compliment.