So I'm at the store buyin' a double-doody choco-log Häagen-Dazs popsicle (goes good with coffee), and there's a semi-uptight woman carrying around what looked like a pekingese or a pomeranian or whatever small, tweaked, fluffy, golden-brown dog you can think of. And I'm thinking, check out the 'fro on that dog, but I didn't say anything. The critter appeared to be freshly shampooed, and it was all cooled out and happy. The woman ended up ahead of me in line. I followed her out, and just as we left the store, a guy that looked like this came in the store. (I'm not exaggerating.) I was like, "that guy looked like your dog," but the woman hadn't noticed him. Maybe the guy was a figment of my imagination. I should've said it like, "hey lady, that guy looked like your dog," because sometimes it's just fun to say "hey lady," as long as you don't sound like Jerry Lewis or Adrock.
No, what you should have said was:
"Hey lady, your dog looks like that guy." Then again, that might have landed the pooch in the pound...
Posted by: Mama Q | March 06, 2004 at 12:03